Where heaven and earth meet, a crimson sunset is slowly sinking, symbolizing the approaching end of the day.

Under the fiery red sunset, Fang Xian walked slowly on her way home.

The crimson sunset cast its glow upon her, giving the slightly haggard woman a rosy hue that added to her beauty.

Willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, and a beautiful nose. The hardships of life have not left many traces of time on this woman’s natural beauty. Although a hint of weariness is visible on her face, it cannot conceal her exquisite appearance.

A cheap cotton sweater and trousers accentuated her voluptuous figure with its prominent breasts and buttocks. The simple clothing did not detract from her beauty; instead, it gave her a sweet, approachable charm. Her long, black hair cascaded smoothly over her shoulders, and the faint melancholy on her face only added to her vulnerability.

Ignoring the furtive glances directed at her, Fang Xian continued walking towards home. She had grown accustomed to these prying eyes many years ago, and now they were far fewer than when she was younger.

“Maybe I’m getting old and losing my looks too,” Fang Xian thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.

The narrow roads were packed with people and vehicles. The sidewalks on both sides were already occupied by night market vendors. Some vendors were busy setting up their goods, while others were already calling out their wares. The sounds of vendors hawking their wares, talking, and the urgent honking of horns from vehicles stuck in traffic all blended together, making this old neighborhood seem more lively than at any other time of day.

This place was once a bustling area of ​​the city. But since the port area was developed, the center of this coastal town has shifted to the new town near the port, while the old town has rapidly declined.

Compared to the rapidly changing new urban areas with their towering buildings, the old city has hardly changed in over a decade. Fang Xian can still find many buildings from her childhood.

Born here, raised here, left here, and now back here. Fang Xian has so many feelings about this place.

In her youthful naiveté, she naively believed in the sweetness of love. But after she became pregnant, the man abandoned her to face the blame from her family and disappeared without a trace.

An 18-year-old girl, heavily pregnant, was kicked out of her home and forced to work odd jobs to give birth to her child.

The birth of this tiny life brought color back to this poor woman’s bleak life. Fang Xian, who no longer harbored any illusions about love, devoted herself wholeheartedly to raising her son. Watching her obedient and sensible son grow up day by day was Fang Xian’s greatest happiness. Just as her son was gradually coming of age and successfully entering university, making her content with her current life, another piece of devastating news arrived.

My son, who is studying at a university in another city, suddenly fainted and couldn’t wake up.

Anxious, they traveled all over the country, taking their son to major hospitals for treatment, spending all of their savings.

The final result was one disappointment after another, and she could only accept the fact that her most important son had become a vegetable.

Disappointed, she returned to the city with her son, only to find that even making a living was a problem. Her extended leave of absence had cost her her job, and her bank savings were dwindling.

Left with no other choice, Fang Xian had to sell the expensive property she had painstakingly bought.

She returned to the old town where she was born and bought a somewhat dilapidated secondhand apartment. With the remaining money, she rented a small bookstore near her home to make a living. Fortunately, the apartment, though old, wasn’t bad either.

More importantly, it wasn’t too expensive, which allowed Fang Xian to have a small amount of savings in hand, giving her a slight respite from her weariness and ensuring that she didn’t live too frugally.

After navigating the crowded and bustling streets, and buying some vegetables from roadside vendors, Fang Xian arrived at an eight-story old building from the 1990s. The gray walls were peeling in places, and moss grew rampant in inconspicuous corners.

There was no elevator, of course; she pounded on the stairs. Fang Xian went up to the fourth floor and opened the door to the room closest to the hallway.

This is her home now.

The house is a bit old, and there wasn’t much renovation after moving in. The wallpaper and flooring were left by the previous owner and look quite worn. However, it’s still quite spacious, with three bedrooms, a living room, a fully equipped kitchen and bathroom, and even a small private bathroom. This is a rare find for an old house.

The house doesn’t have many items, but they are arranged neatly and kept clean and tidy. Although not luxurious, it gives people a sense of homey warmth.

After changing her shoes in the entryway and taking the groceries she was carrying into the kitchen, Fang Xian went to the living room, poured herself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa; she could finally relax her body, which had been tense all day.

“Um……”

With a soft moan, Fang Xian leaned back on the sofa, arched her back slightly, and stretched. The comfortable feeling of her tired body sinking into the soft sofa made her squint her eyes.

Her head tilted to one side, a few strands of hair slipping down and covering her weary face. Relaxed on the sofa, Fang Xian’s half-closed eyes shut. Her breathing became increasingly even, and she drifted off to sleep without realizing it.

…

“Mother……”

A shout reached her ears, and Fang Xian struggled to open her eyes. She found herself no longer at home, surrounded by a vast expanse of white fog. However, this eerie scene did not frighten or surprise her; she was simply somewhat bewildered about what she should do.

“Mom! Mom!”

The shouting continued. Although she hadn’t heard that voice for over a year, Fang Xian immediately recognized it as her son’s voice. She shook her head, feeling dazed and confused, her body and thoughts heavy and slow, as if filled with lead.

Even so, Fang Xian still walked towards the direction from which the shouts came.

Dragging her sluggish body, she moved through the seemingly endless white fog. Fang Xian’s mind was as muddled as mush, making it impossible for her to know how long she had been walking.

Finally, as the shouts grew louder, the view opened up before her. In an open space free of white fog, Fang Xian saw her son. He lay quietly on the ground, as silent and motionless as he had been every day for the past year. And the shouts that had led her here had abruptly ceased.

She moved involuntarily. Fang Xian suddenly lost control of her body. Like an observer, she watched her body walk step by step to her son’s side, kneel down, and take his left hand.

On the back of her son’s left hand was a strange pentagram, currently emitting a dazzling yet gentle purple light. That warm light shone upon her, seemingly penetrating her very soul, leaving Fang Xian feeling completely mesmerized.

He lowered his head and, with a humble expression, respectfully kissed the pentagram. Amidst a burst of purple light, the son opened his eyes and sat up.

“Acheng, you’re finally awake?” Fang Xian exclaimed in surprise, then realized that she had regained control of her body. Without thinking, she eagerly reached out to her son.

“Acheng!” Fang Xian suddenly shouted, sitting up straight on the sofa. Her right hand was stretched out in mid-air, diagonally reaching towards the air, as if trying to grab something.

After a brief moment of confusion, Fang Xian quickly grasped the situation. Her surprise instantly turned into disappointment.

I just accidentally fell asleep and had a dream.

All those strange and illogical things that just happened could only have been a dream. It’s just that you can’t be aware of it in a dream.

Fang Xian inwardly chuckled to herself, then stood up. She went to a room, opened the door, and went inside.

On a large bed against the wall in the room lay a young man of about twenty. The room was dark, and his face was not clearly visible. This was her son, Tang Cheng. He lay motionless, like a corpse, just like in her dream.

First, she reached for the light switch by the door and turned it on; then she walked over and sat sideways on the edge of the bed. She took her son’s hand and gently stroked it in her palm, as if only in this way could Fang Xian feel a trace of her son’s life through the warmth of her hands.

“It’s a pity you won’t wake up like you did in that dream.” Fang Xian looked at her son, who had become much thinner, and sighed inwardly, feeling a pang of sorrow in her heart. However, she managed not to shed a tear. The passage of a year had made this woman less prone to losing her composure than she had been when the accident first happened.

After a brief moment of sadness, Fang Xian rubbed her nose, held back her tears, and composed herself. Then, thinking of her recent dream, she couldn’t help but let out a self-deprecating chuckle.

This wasn’t the first time she’d had that dream. Lately, she’d been having the exact same dream every now and then. But she’d been so exhausted, both physically and mentally, that she simply hadn’t had the time to pay attention to such a strange dream.

Besides, Fang Xian could understand why she had such a strange dream. It was simply a matter of what she thought about during the day manifesting in her dreams at night. These past few days, her mind had been preoccupied with the hope that her son would wake up. So, it wasn’t surprising that she would have such a bizarre dream.

She glanced down at her son’s left hand, which she was holding in her palm. There was a pentagram-like pattern on the back of his hand.

This was probably another trigger for that strange dream, Fang Xian concluded.

“This kid didn’t have any of these things back then, how come he got tattoos as soon as he went to university? He’s gotten wild since I stopped keeping an eye on him… Sigh, but now, with Ah Cheng like this, I can’t even talk to him anymore…” Her thoughts wandered like wild horses, one moment thinking of this, the next of that. Her beautiful eyes sometimes showed reproach, sometimes sadness.

“Sigh…” Fang Xian sighed deeply. She looked down again at the tattoo on her son’s left hand, her mind conflicted. “If it were really like in the dream, if kissing this tattoo would wake you up, that would be wonderful.” Lost in thought, Fang Xian’s mind wandered, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the tattoo on the back of her son’s hand. As she rubbed, she unknowingly lifted his hand. Only when the back of his hand was almost touching her lips did she suddenly realize what was happening.

“Have we reached the point where we even want to try things out of our dreams?” Looking at the back of her son’s hand, Fang Xian couldn’t help but find her own behavior amusing.

But despite the laughter, it all stemmed from the purest form of maternal love. To save her son, she was willing to try even the faintest of hopes and do the most absurd things. At that moment, even Fang Xian herself didn’t know what she was thinking.

As if guided by some unseen force, she lowered her head slightly and kissed the pentagram.

A strange purple light, just like in her dream, suddenly exploded, engulfing the entire room almost instantly. Then it quickly dissipated into the air, leaving Fang Xian stunned. Her pupils were devoid of any light.

“ah!”

Fang Xian’s son, Tang Cheng, who had been in a vegetative state for a whole year, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a loud cry. Like someone who had just woken up from a nightmare, his eyes were wide open, he was breathing heavily, his body was trembling slightly, and cold sweat was pouring down like a waterfall.

“Ah! Ah…” Throwing the blanket off himself, Tang Cheng jumped out of bed. Then, like a madman, he ran out wildly, waving his arms and legs.

Kitchen, toilet, living room, bedroom; Tang Cheng made strange noises and waved his arms aimlessly, running around the rooms with his bare feet.

Fang Xian, on the other hand, remained frozen in place, her gaze vacant, simply maintaining the same posture she had just taken while kissing her son’s fingers, remaining completely still and motionless.

…

Tang Cheng. He had always been the center of Fang Xian’s life. Because of her unsuccessful love life, Fang Xian poured almost all her emotions and energy into her son. Under Fang Xian’s careful nurturing, her son grew up day by day. After graduating from high school, he was successfully admitted to a pretty good university. However, such a university was naturally not something that could be found in this second-tier coastal town. So, like countless other students, Tang Cheng packed his backpack and boarded a train leaving home. For the first time in his life, he left the small town that had given him birth and raised him.

Living independently away from home for the first time inevitably brings various inconveniences. However, like every former university student, he eventually adapted to this new rhythm of life. During this process, a history professor at Tang Cheng’s university provided him with considerable assistance.

The old professor and Tang Cheng were from the same hometown, both born in that small coastal town. However, he had left home at a young age and, over the decades, had long since settled down in the big city. Although he occasionally returned to his hometown to visit, his children and grandchildren were all here, so naturally, he couldn’t go back to live there anymore. One day, he happened to meet Tang Cheng, and after a few casual words, he discovered they were from the same hometown, which greatly pleased the old professor. The professor had a very good temper, was cheerful, and had a witty way of speaking. Tang Cheng and he quickly became close friends despite their age difference. The old professor even often invited Tang Cheng to his home to entertain him.

After Tang Cheng’s accident left him in a vegetative state, he provided a great deal of help, for which Fang Xian was very grateful. However, neither Fang Xian nor the old professor knew that Tang Cheng’s coma was actually closely related to him.

The old professor was a history major, and his research naturally focused on artifacts and historical artifacts. However, unlike those rigid and serious history professors, this rather lively old man was more interested in unofficial histories than official ones. His home was filled with many strange items. There were things like the will of a witch who was burned at the stake during the medieval witch hunts, love letters between a priest and a nun, and the diary of a conman who pretended to be a nobleman and actually managed to marry a noblewoman… And in a corner of the old professor’s pile of strange documents, there was something peculiar that he himself had almost forgotten about.

It was a parchment with a pentagram drawn on it. It was said to be used by demon lords to force people to sign soul contracts when enslaving their souls. Once bound by the contract and becoming a slave, one’s soul would be manipulated at will by the master without their knowledge—a terrifying prospect. Of course, no one took it seriously. So, during a visit, Tang Cheng took it as a souvenir.

Everything was fine after that. Until one day, Tang Cheng suddenly came across a method to activate a demon magic circle in a book he was casually reading in the library. So, after returning to his dormitory, he tried it out when his roommates weren’t around.

It was just a joke, but unexpectedly, a flash of purple light made the parchment disappear, leaving only an identical tattoo on Tang Cheng’s hand, while he himself rolled his eyes and fainted.

This magic circle was originally used to enslave souls. Therefore, according to the normal procedure, when the magic circle is activated, there should be a master and a slave. Then, the power of the magic circle would pull the souls of both people out, forming a connecting spiritual conduit between them. Of course, this is unilateral and enslaving. However, when Tang Cheng activated the magic circle, there wasn’t a single person beside him. Thus, this process only proceeded halfway. Tang Cheng’s soul, as the master, was pulled into the magic circle used to build the spiritual conduit. But because there was no slave, the process got stuck here and couldn’t continue.

Tang Cheng’s soul was trapped in the magic circle on the back of his hand, and his body naturally became a vegetable.

Worse still, if Tang Cheng were still able to move, he could probably trick someone into becoming his slave. After all, people these days would probably only find such rituals amusing, and no one would take them seriously. But now that he’s in a vegetative state, he can only passively wait for someone to kiss the magic circle on the back of his hand, thus becoming a slave.

Obviously, no one would go and kiss the tattoo on the back of a person’s hand for no reason.

So, Tang Cheng was forced to remain in a vegetative state for a full year. In reality, however, his consciousness remained clear. He could even feel everything in his body, but he simply couldn’t control it. If it weren’t for the power of the magic array protecting his soul, this feeling, far more terrifying than solitary confinement, would have driven him insane long ago.

During the year he was trapped in the magic circle, Tang Cheng gradually discovered that in this pure soul state, he could influence the thoughts of people a certain distance away from his body. However, this only worked when they were asleep and relaxed, a phenomenon commonly known as “dream visitation.” So, these past few days, he had been visiting his mother’s dreams almost every time she fell asleep. And just now, these efforts finally bore fruit.

Having finally escaped the magic array and been freed from that terrifying confinement, Tang Cheng immediately lost control of his mind. Excited, he twisted his limbs wildly, roared and ran around indiscriminately, almost frantically venting the emotions that had been suppressed for a year.

“Fuck you, which idiot is going crazy? What are you yelling about?!” “Yeah! What the hell is that moron?! Did he take the wrong medicine?! What the hell are you yelling about?!”… Tang Cheng’s crazy yelling finally aroused the dissatisfaction of the neighbors, and curses rose and fell from outside the window.

The string of curses finally brought Tang Cheng back to his senses and made him stop.

Actually, it was mostly because he was too weak to jump anymore. Although Fang Xian insisted on massaging Tang Cheng’s muscles and moving his joints every day, after a whole year of lying around, his body was still extremely weak. If it weren’t for the power in the magic circle slowly causing his body to begin to demonize, he probably wouldn’t have had the strength to jump for even a short while. But even with the benefit of demonic power, Tang Cheng was still sweating profusely.

“Smack!” A slap landed on Tang Cheng’s forehead. He suddenly remembered that he had been so busy having a fit of madness that he hadn’t even bothered to look after his mother, leaving her in the room.

She hurriedly ran back to her room. Her mother’s head was still slightly lowered, her cherry lips slightly pursed, and her lips were slightly parted, maintaining the same position as the mark left by the kiss. However, with her head slightly lowered and her lips still parted, saliva flowed out due to gravity, running down her chin and then dripping down.

This made her look somewhat embarrassed.

Seeing this, Tang Cheng couldn’t help but feel guilty. He had been so caught up in his own madness that he had completely forgotten about his mother.

Fortunately, Fang Xian’s current state is such that even her thoughts and consciousness are interrupted and frozen. No matter how long she remains in this state, it will only be a fleeting moment for her, without her feeling anything. She doesn’t experience the same painful feeling as someone who is fully conscious but completely unable to control their body.

While awkwardly channeling his demonic power to break free from his control over his mother, Tang Cheng hurriedly reached out to wipe the saliva from her mouth. In his panic, he used too much force, and his thumb accidentally shoved into his mother’s mouth. Fang Xian remained motionless, showing no reaction whatsoever. However, part of her lower lip was pressed into her mouth along with Tang Cheng’s finger, making it appear as if Fang Xian was sucking on her son’s thumb; coupled with the saliva still clinging to her chin, it exuded an obscene aura.

This unexpected sight startled Tang Cheng, and something in his heart seemed to soften slightly. He stopped what he was about to do to free his mother, and his once clear gaze slowly darkened.

With a complex expression, Tang Cheng stared blankly at his mother. After a long while, he finally made a move. He pressed his thumb, which was inserted into Fang Xian’s mouth, against her soft lips and rubbed it a few times before pulling it out. However, he hesitated for a moment, then bent his fingers a few times. In the end, he inserted his index and middle fingers together into his mother’s rosy lips.

“Lick it,” Tang Cheng commanded, his voice dry and hoarse. His tone trembled, carrying an indescribable tension.

Her eyes remained vacant, and the rest of her body remained motionless. At first glance, Fang Xian seemed unchanged. But upon closer inspection, one could see that her smooth cheeks, untouched by the passage of time, were occasionally puffed up. These were the ripples created by her fragrant tongue, which was wrapped around Tang Cheng’s fingers and licking them incessantly.

“Suck. Lick and suck at the same time.” Tang Cheng’s command was no longer tinged with tension, but replaced by an undisguised excitement and exhilaration.

“Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle…” Fang Xian responded almost simultaneously with Tang Cheng’s command. She pouted her little mouth and pursed Tang Cheng’s fingers, sucking them with a sizzling sound as she continued to lick them with her soft tongue.

The warmth and soft touch from her fingertips made Tang Cheng’s breathing grow heavier. Each flick of that delicate tongue felt as if it weren’t just licking his fingers, but his very heart. Each lick sent shivers down Tang Cheng’s spine, until finally shattering the last vestiges of his reason.

“Pop.” The finger was suddenly pulled out of the mother’s mouth, which was being sucked so diligently, with a soft sound.

However, Tang Cheng was completely oblivious to the obscene noise. Breathing heavily, he grabbed the collar of his mother’s sweater and forcefully ripped it open. His mother’s smooth shoulders and deep cleavage were now fully exposed.

He loosened his hands, then clasped them together. He reached out and hooked his fingers onto the two bra straps. Then, he suddenly pulled them open again. This time, the sweater and bra were pulled down together by Tang Cheng. Two snow-white mounds of flesh popped out; with a sway, they created a mesmerizing wave of movement. The sight of the white flesh made Tang Cheng dizzy.

Fang Xian sat as before, leaning against the edge of Tang Cheng’s bed. Her arms, which had been raised, were now pressed down and hung at her sides. Her cotton sweater and bra were pulled down below her snow-white breasts, nestled in the crook of her arms. This made her look like a flower bud in full bloom. The clothes binding her arms were like the outermost layer of that bud, and her exposed, smooth shoulders and full breasts were like the beautiful stamen that had broken through the resistance and opened halfway.

Seeing the dazzling beauty before him, Tang Cheng could no longer restrain himself. He raised his right hand and unceremoniously grabbed his mother’s left breast, fondling it wantonly.

As a physiologically normal man, Tang Cheng wasn’t immune to sexual fantasies about his beautiful mother. But fantasies are just fantasies, fleeting impulses. When faced with rational reality, those occasional whims were long forgotten. But now, his beautiful birth mother was truly and undeniably before him, in such a lewd manner, at his mercy. He could defile her however he pleased.

Fang Xian offered no resistance, allowing Tang Cheng to freely fondle her breasts, which only fueled his increasingly burgeoning lust. His grip escalated to two hands kneading, the force growing stronger and his actions more brazen. Eventually, Fang Xian, sitting sideways on the edge of the bed, was forced backward and fell onto the bed by Tang Cheng’s increasingly forceful movements. But this did not stop Tang Cheng’s lewd acts. He then pounced on his mother, continuing to fondle her snow-white breasts. He even buried his head between her alluring peaks, rubbing his face against the soft flesh; occasionally, he would take one of the bright red nipples into his mouth and gently bite and suckle.

Poor Fang Xian, her beautiful breasts became sex toys that were constantly being changed into various shapes in the hands of this unfilial son.

As Tang Cheng’s body grew increasingly aroused, his inhibitions diminished. The bestial desires that had been suppressed deep within his soul by humanity finally broke free from their long-standing constraints.

With his expression becoming increasingly distorted, Tang Cheng suddenly roared like a tiger, stood up, and quickly stripped off his clothes. His erect penis throbbing, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, he jumped onto the bed and roughly dragged his biological mother to the center of the bed.

He grabbed her ankles, lifted her two jade-like legs upside down, and casually threw her two slippers away to who-knows-where; then he untied her waistband, pulled down her underwear along with it, and pulled the waistband up to the back of her knees; her snow-white thighs and plump, upturned buttocks were thus exposed.

He grabbed two pillows and stuffed them under Fang Xian’s snowy buttocks, making them stick out at an angle. Tang Cheng pressed his left hand down on his mother’s thighs, revealing the alluring petals at the base of her two white thighs; plump and full, it was almost unbelievable that a woman who had given birth could possess such beauty; and this! It was his own mother, the gateway to the most important sacred place for a woman. His right hand reached out, his fingers pressing on the full petals; with a gentle push, the soft door was pulled open a crack, revealing the pink and alluring sacred passage inside, making Tang Cheng pant heavily.

The finger withdrew, and the soft door closed silently, tightly blocking out the alluring spring light. But almost immediately, the finger returned to the door. This time, it also brought along a thick, hard, engorged penis to invade, the purplish-red glans accurately pressing against the luscious vulva.

Seemingly realizing that her worldview and values ​​would be completely transformed from this moment on, Tang Cheng didn’t want this historic moment to be rushed. His waist slowly lowered, his penis gradually penetrating deeper, preparing to savor the exquisite taste of his mother’s body inch by inch.

The two full labia could not stop the invasion of the penis. The large glans easily squeezed open the soft door and drilled into the depths of that sacred passage.

This sacred passage, the most private and important place for Fang Xian as a woman. It was through this very passage that a life named Tang Cheng was able to be born. And now, a part of the life born here has returned. The walls of the cavity tightly grip this intruder, the delicate flesh rubbing against it with the most intimate friction, just as this life had when it passed through here at the moment of its birth.

However, when Tang Cheng came into the world through this beautiful cavity, it symbolized the beauty of the birth of life; but now, Tang Cheng’s penis has returned to his mother’s private flesh hole, which represents the ugliness of obscene and bestial desires.

However, the most important person involved in all of this—Fang Xian—was utterly powerless to resist. This pitiful woman didn’t even have a chance to muster the will to resist. Under the powerful force of the soul array, she was easily defiled by her beloved son, whom she had carried for ten months, without even realizing it.

In Fang Xian’s secret cave, which had been untouched for many years, the burly, uninvited guest finally stopped advancing.

Overwhelmed with mixed feelings, Tang Cheng stared silently at his crotch, his mind a jumbled mess.

Right before her eyes were two plump thighs, bent and pressed against her lower abdomen. Her snowy buttocks, piled high with pillows, revealed her full vulva. The plump labia, which should have been closed, were forcibly forced open. The thick, hard penis that had pushed them apart had deeply penetrated the hot, secret place behind the labia. And with the penetration of the penis, the flesh at the entrance of the vulva was slightly indented, as if the intoxicating vulva was actively embracing the invading penis.

And this enormous penis, which had always fueled his masculine pride, was, in the end, born from the body of this woman beneath him. Similarly, it was this woman who had provided for him and nurtured him over the years, allowing it to grow to its current size. And now, this very penis, born and nurtured by this woman, was repaying kindness with enmity, violating her. The cervix, which had once given birth to him, was now tightly sealed shut by the massive glans of the penis; and the vagina through which he had been born was now completely blocked by the shaft.

The warm, fleshy orifice, tightly enveloping his penis, relentlessly assaulted Tang Cheng’s will; the incestuous pleasure of defiling his birth mother and breaking taboos made him unable to resist.

“Hoo!” He let out a deep sigh. In that instant, Tang Cheng was completely different. Before, it was merely a mistake he made due to youthful lust and an inability to suppress his inner desires. In the midst of his impulse, his reason still made him feel ashamed and remorseful, and the thought of stopping would occasionally surge up. But now, after experiencing the use of absolute power and truly tasting the wonderful feeling of breaking taboos, with this sigh, he had chosen to willingly succumb to this sinful lust, and the last shred of humanity had vanished from his heart.

At that very moment, the man named Tang Cheng officially transformed from a human into a beast.

No longer having any reservations or distractions, Tang Cheng was ready to fully enjoy the unguarded and sweet flesh of his biological mother beneath him.

With a gentle thrust of his waist, he pulled his large penis out of his mother’s secret place, leaving only the glans still embedded in the pink flesh. He glanced at it briefly, then thrust forward with a sudden, powerful thud. “Smack!” The penis plunged in all the way to the hilt, his lower abdomen slamming against his mother’s snowy buttocks with a loud thud. The glans ground against the cervix for a moment before being pulled out again, followed by another fierce slam.

“Slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap… slap slap slap slap slap…” Tang Cheng fucked her faster and faster, harder and harder. The impact made Fang Xian’s snowy buttocks slap loudly. The pink flesh of her vaginal opening was constantly being turned inside out by the rapid thrusting of his penis, and then being pushed back in with the penis.

Her delicate body swayed and thrashed as Tang Cheng raped her, while Fang Xian lay motionless like an inflatable doll, completely unaware of being wantonly ravaged by her own son. Beneath her beautiful face, her smooth neck, delicate shoulders, and high, firm breasts were mostly exposed; the clothes that had been forcibly pulled open from the collar and dragged to her arms to bind them further suggested that this beautiful body was at his mercy, filling one with a strong desire to violate her.

Her two jade-like legs, because of her high, pert, snowy buttocks, pressed down on her body and then half-raised in the air.

Her legs, which should have been spread open to the left and right, were instead held in place by the pants that had been half pulled down to the knees. This caused her thighs to be half-open and half-closed together, while her two calves were dangling to the left and right, with her two white feet swinging back and forth with each thrust from Tang Cheng.

Tang Cheng knelt in front of his mother’s buttocks, leaning forward slightly with his arms outstretched, grabbing and kneading her breasts with both hands, shamelessly squeezing and playing with them. His mother’s raised legs were wrapped around her chest with her arms, while his thick penis was thrusting wildly into her vagina.

He felt the softness of her breasts in his hands, and the pleasure of her secret orifice beneath him. His mother, who had always been superior to him for so many years, was now merely a piece of flesh beneath him, to be ravaged at will. In this forbidden ecstasy, Tang Cheng unleashed his bestial desires until he reached the peak of pleasure. His hands clenched tightly, squeezing her breasts until they deformed; his penis trembled as he ejaculated the semen that had accumulated for over a year, releasing it all into his mother’s womb.

After unleashing more than a year’s worth of pent-up energy into his biological mother’s womb, Tang Cheng lingered in the afterglow for a long time with a blissful expression before finally getting up.

I looked down.

The mother lay on her bed, half-undressed. Her breasts were covered in red marks, scratches from her earlier carelessness, some even bruised. Her private parts, still raw from the earlier assault, were slightly parted, and white semen slowly trickled out, dripping onto the pillow folded beneath her snowy buttocks.

Tang Cheng couldn’t help but feel a little excited; his beautiful biological mother would become his possession from this moment on!

He stretched out his fingers, pinched the adorable cherry-red nipple on her nipple, and gently kneaded it. Tang Cheng played with her body while brainwashing her.

“Mom, do you know what I just did to you?”

“You raped me, but I’m unconscious right now, so I won’t know.” “Well, anyway, you’ll forget about it. Then, you’ll take all the marks of sex on your body for granted, including marks in the environment. But that doesn’t mean you’ll ignore them.”

For example, if you see semen on the floor or on your body, you’ll know to wipe it off. If you see semen stains on your clothes, you’ll know to change and wash them. But you won’t care why there are semen stains in those places. You’ll accept and deal with the result, but you won’t question or think about the reason. Furthermore, everything that happens in the house related to sex, including those things you thought were unrelated after your perception was modified, but are actually relevant; are secrets between us, mother and son, and absolutely cannot be told to outsiders. Without doubt, without resistance, Fang Xian simply obediently accepted Tang Cheng’s manipulation, receiving every instruction without question.

Touching his chin, Tang Cheng, somewhat troubled about how to explain his awakening, added:

“As for my awakening, just accept the fact that I’m awake. Don’t make a fuss or worry about why I woke up. Just act like I’ve always been awake.” After saying that, he thought for a moment and realized there was nothing more to say. So, Tang Cheng used his demonic power to release his control over the two of them.

As her vision cleared, Fang Xian woke up.

“ah!”

A scream.

“Acheng, turn around, turn around. Don’t look at Mom.”

Fang Xian blushed with embarrassment, covered her genitals with her hands, and screamed.

Tang Cheng was stunned for a moment, then he understood.

Under Tang Cheng’s instructions, the mother was indeed completely indifferent to the reasons for her current state. However, Fang Xian, who possessed normal common sense, could not bear the thought of being seen naked by a man, even if that man was her own son.

With a sigh, Tang Cheng fixed Fang Xian in his arms again.

“From now on, you will fully accept that I will see your naked body. Only with me. If it’s someone else, you will still have normal perception.” After adding the settings, Tang Cheng prepared to release the control, but stopped immediately. He thought about it and realized that it would be too troublesome to use demonic power to pull the other person into a dazed state every time he added a setting. “From now on, whenever I raise my left hand to you, showing the pentagram on the back of my hand, every word I say at that moment will have the same effect of changing your consciousness as it has now. But you will not enter the dazed state you are in now. At the same time, you will not have any doubts about the contradictions in your thoughts after your consciousness has been modified, and you will not spend much time thinking about it.” Releasing Fang Xian’s control again, Tang Cheng looked at her nervously. But this time, it seemed that there were no problems.

“Hey, Cheng. You’re awake. Oh dear! I haven’t made dinner yet. Cheng, are you hungry? Wait a minute, Mom will go make dinner now.” Fang Xian got out of bed, ready to cook. However, she had been frozen for too long, her body was a little numb, and her pants were still dragging on her calves, so she stumbled and almost fell. Quick as a flash, Tang Cheng caught Fang Xian, preventing her from falling.

“Phew.” Fang Xian breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Tang Cheng, “Thanks to you, Cheng. Otherwise, Mom would have almost fallen.” As she spoke, she first pulled the sweater from her armpit back to the collar, then bent down and pulled up her pants to put them on.

“It’s nothing, isn’t this what I should do?” Tang Cheng said, lightly slapping Fang Xian’s bottom and even grabbing and kneading her snowy buttocks. “Mom, if you hurt yourself, I’ll be heartbroken.” Fang Xian’s mind went blank, and she almost fainted. Her own son was actually flirting with her!

However, Tang Cheng was not in a hurry at all. He calmly raised his left hand and showed his mother the pentagram mark.

“What’s wrong? Is there something wrong? Isn’t it normal for a son to care for his mother? As for me touching your butt.”

“Isn’t this basic etiquette? Didn’t I just help you up? While a simple thank you might suffice for most people, I’m your one and only son, Tang Cheng. I helped you through physical contact, shouldn’t you reciprocate by allowing me to have any physical contact with you? While there’s no need for such formal thank-yous between mother and son, touching you isn’t wrong, is it?” With a lewd grin, Tang Cheng reached out and grabbed Fang Xian’s breast with his right hand. Then, he began to squeeze it through her sweater. “Don’t think that just touching her butt is wrong; even rubbing your breasts like this is perfectly acceptable, isn’t it?” The sight of her breasts being grabbed and kneaded made Fang Xian feel strange. But looking at her son’s lewd actions, she couldn’t quite put her finger on what was wrong. However, just as her emotions calmed down, she suddenly lunged forward again.

Tang Cheng lowered his raised left hand, and then, while kneading his mother’s breasts, exclaimed, “Your breasts are truly wonderful, Mom. They feel so good to hold and play with; even through a wool sweater, they’re so big and soft, it’s a unique experience to play with them.” “You…you…how could you say such a thing to me? I’m your mother!” Fang Xian trembled with anger at her son’s words about her breasts, but she remained unmoved by his actions, letting Tang Cheng knead and play with her breasts at will.

“Hey, Mom. What’s wrong with you again? Did I say something wrong? Oh, right, for ordinary people, saying things like that is obviously harassment. For someone from another family to say that to their blood relative is even more disregard for human ethics. But I’m Tang Cheng. I’m your closest family member. Aren’t the standards for me completely different? For a mother and son as close as us, there’s absolutely no problem talking about these topics. Shouldn’t you be happy for my praise? Why are you angry?” Tang Cheng raised his left hand again.

“That’s right! Why would I be angry?” Fang Xian was stunned for a moment. After recalling her son’s words again, she not only stopped being angry, but also felt a hint of joy at her son’s praise.

As Tang Cheng rubbed her breasts, he touched the bra that was bunched up under Fang Xian’s breasts and remembered this incident. “Mom, you shouldn’t wear a bra anymore, it’s a waste. It’s not pleasant to touch it through the bra.” As he spoke, he reached his hand under her clothes, felt for the bra, and pulled it out. The back clasp was not undone, so he could only barely pull it out from under the sweater and then wrap it around his waist.

“I’ll go cook.” Fang Xian unhooked her bra and took it off, then strode out of the room to the kitchen to cook. She subconsciously fled this place that made her feel like something was off.

He collapsed onto the bed with a thud. Upon waking, he jumped around wildly, then intensely ejaculated inside his mother’s vagina. Watching his mother leave the room, everything suddenly quieted down. Tang Cheng felt a strong wave of drowsiness wash over him, and he unconsciously drifted off to sleep.

…

“Acheng, Acheng. Wake up, Acheng, you’ll catch a cold if you sleep like that.” A gentle voice sounded in his ear. Feeling someone gently shaking him, Tang Cheng slowly woke up and opened his eyes. It was his mother, Fang Xian.

“Get up and eat before you go back to sleep.” Seeing that Tang Cheng was already awake, Fang Xian gave him a word of advice, then got up from the bedside and left.

After rubbing his face, Tang Cheng perked up and sat up abruptly from the bed.

I put on my clothes and went to the living room, where I saw that the dining table was already full of fragrant dishes, steaming hot.

Fang Xian came out of the kitchen, carrying a large rice cooker in her arms. She put it on a low cabinet next to her and took a clean bowl from the table to serve rice.

Tang Cheng walked to the table and sat down without waiting for his mother to add more rice. He directly picked up a slice of sausage with two fingers and threw it into his mouth.

Fang Xian smacked Tang Cheng on the head, scolding him irritably, “We’re still serving rice, and you’re already sticking your paws into the food. Who taught you that!” “Hehe, I’m a little hungry.” Tang Cheng didn’t take his mother’s scolding seriously at all, grabbing another piece of chicken and throwing it into his mouth. He answered while chewing.

“Hey, you child, how old are you? You still act like a kid, not like an adult at all.” While scolding Tang Cheng for his lack of manners, Fang Xian’s own appearance wasn’t much better. Because of Tang Cheng, the neckline of her sweater was distorted. It was too big and crooked, constantly slipping to one side, revealing half of her shoulder. Fang Xian had to pull it up with her hand, but it always slipped to one side after a short while, forcing her to pull it up again.

“Glug.” Taking the bowl of rice from his mother’s hands, Tang Cheng shoveled down a mouthful. He deliberately put on a fawning expression and smiled at his mother, “Hehe. Actually, it’s mainly because Mom, your cooking is so delicious. The smell alone is irresistible.” “Just eat your food. There’s no reward for flattering your mother.” Although she said this, Fang Xian’s eyes were full of doting affection as she looked at her son. She sat down with her rice, not having eaten a bite herself, and placed a piece of Tang Cheng’s favorite shredded pork with garlic sauce into his bowl. “Eat more. You just woke up; you need to replenish your nutrition.” Unfortunately, Fang Xian’s loving words were completely ignored by her beastly son, Tang Cheng. Compared to the fragrant food on the table, what truly whetted his appetite was the alluring sight of his mother’s half-exposed shoulders.

He first waved his hand to attract his mother’s attention. Then, he showed her a pentagram and said, “From now until I finish eating, whatever I say or do will be accepted by you as if it were perfectly natural. After I finish eating, you will completely forget about it.” “Hmm!” With his mother nodding in agreement, Tang Cheng smugly hummed, suddenly becoming much more carefree.

“Mom, something seems off about your clothes.”

“Hmm. I don’t know what’s wrong with this garment. It suddenly became like this, always sagging down.” As she was speaking, the collar of Fang Xian’s sweater sagged to one side again, forcing her to reach out and lift it up again.

“I have a way.” With that, Tang Cheng leaned forward, reaching across the dining table to Fang Xian; he grabbed the collar of her sweater and pulled it down forcefully. “Come on, Mom, take your right hand out of your clothes. Yes, like this.” Under Tang Cheng’s direction, Fang Xian stretched her right arm out from under the collar. Then the collar was pulled down, becoming an off-the-shoulder top, but the neckline was pulled too wide, and the diagonal drape exposed her entire right breast.

However, since it wasn’t a truly revealing outfit, Fang Xian shrugged and frowned, saying, “This is very uncomfortable.” “It’s better than always sagging down, right?” “That’s true.” Fang Xian nodded, but immediately exclaimed in surprise.

It turned out that Tang Cheng had actually used his chopsticks to pinch Fang Xian’s exposed right nipple. Before his mother could get angry, he continued, “Mom, your nipples are so beautiful, you don’t look like someone who’s given birth at all. They’re so red, it makes me want to play with them.” As he spoke, he even used the chopsticks to lift her right nipple slightly. “Mom, lift your breasts up a bit, these are something you can be proud of.” Based on their previous assumptions, Tang Cheng’s words were unconditionally accepted. Fang Xian almost immediately went from anger to joy.

“You brat, all you do is joke about your mother.” As she said this, she actually puffed out her breasts.

“I’m not just saying this out of the blue. Look at the shape, look at the color, it’s top-notch.” Tang Cheng used chopsticks to pinch Fang Xian’s nipple, pulling and tugging at it, and occasionally pushing it deep into the breast flesh to stir it.

Feeling somewhat shy, and uncomfortable with the hard chopsticks, Fang Xian still tried her best to stand tall, allowing her son to play with her breasts, even under the influence of the demonic power and accepting everything.

However, teasing him with chopsticks did nothing to extinguish the lust in Tang Cheng’s heart; on the contrary, it only made it burn brighter.

Tang Cheng slammed his chopsticks on the table, patted the side of his chair, and commanded Fang Xian, “Mom, come here. Move your chair next to me.” Although she didn’t understand his meaning, under his influence, Fang Xian dragged her chair over and sat down next to Tang Cheng before asking, “What’s wrong, Cheng? Is something the matter?” He stretched out his right arm and pulled Fang Xian into his embrace. His hand, encircling her, grabbed her exposed right breast and began to knead it wantonly. “Nothing, I just suddenly thought, Mom, what if you get cold with your chest exposed like this? I’ll wrap it around you with my hand, then you won’t be cold.” She completely failed to comprehend the beastly act her unfilial son was committing. Hearing her son’s ‘concerned’ words, Fang Xian felt the warmth of his large hand on her right breast, which warmed her heart.

Reaching out to press her hand on the back of the large hand that was constantly kneading her right breast, Fang Xian was so moved she didn’t know what to say: “You child, you child…” Seeing his mother, who was still so moved by his wanton defilement, Tang Cheng, feeling incredibly smug, had a new idea. “Mom, if I use my right hand to warm your breast, I won’t be able to eat. Looks like I’ll have to trouble you to feed me.” Fang Xian, deeply moved, immediately responded, “Silly child, why are you talking about trouble with your mother?” Saying this, Fang Xian picked up a piece of food for Tang Cheng and held it to his mouth. Unexpectedly, Tang Cheng didn’t accept it, shaking it and saying, “Mom, how can you feed someone with chopsticks? You have to use your mouth.” Yes, you have to use your mouth to feed someone, so why did she just use chopsticks to pick it up and hand it to him? Fang Xian was a little confused about her mistake, but she didn’t dwell on it. She simply put the food in her mouth and brought her lips closer. This time, Tang Cheng nodded in satisfaction. Without any hesitation, he lowered his head and captured his mother’s red lips, sucking on them. However, before Tang Cheng could fully enjoy the kiss, Fang Xian used her tongue to push the food into his mouth, then withdrew her lips.

“Hmm!” Hurriedly swallowing the food in his mouth, Tang Cheng asked, “Hey. Mom, why are you doing this so fast?” “What do you mean, ‘so fast’?” Fang Xian was a little confused. “Didn’t I already feed you the food? If you keep kissing without separating, wouldn’t that be kissing? You child, do you want to kiss your mother?” As she spoke, she tapped Tang Cheng on the forehead.

“I just want to kiss you. I’ve already fucked your pussy, what can you do if I kiss you?” Tang Cheng cursed inwardly, about to use his demonic power to force himself on you. But then his eyes lit up and he came up with another idea.

“Mom, I want to drink soup.”

Nodding without suspicion, Fang Xian carefully and cautiously took a sip of soup and then brought it to her lips.

“That won’t do. How much soup can you get with such a tiny sip? It has to be like this.” With that, Tang Cheng tightened his grip on his right hand, pulling his mother close to him. Then, he reached out his left hand, hooked her chin, and gently lifted it, tilting her pretty face slightly upwards. He then made her open her small mouth, scooped up some soup with a spoon, and poured it in, using Fang Xian’s small mouth as a glass.

Looking at his birth mother in his arms, her pretty face slightly tilted up, her red lips parted, and her alluring appearance waiting to be tasted, Tang Cheng lewdly said, “Hmm, that’s it. Let me taste it.” With that, he lowered his head and kissed her.

As if in defiance of his mother’s earlier warning against kissing, Tang Cheng first bit and licked Fang Xian’s red lips, savoring them thoroughly. Then he thrust his tongue into her mouth, teasing her tongue and licking her flesh until he had thoroughly explored her mouth. Only then did he sip a mouthful of soup and swallow, praising, “Mmm, truly delicious.” It was unclear whether he meant the soup was delicious or his alluring mother was.

Fang Xian, still with the soup in her mouth not yet finished, carefully maintained the posture of slightly parted cherry lips and a slightly tilted pretty face.

“Mom, stay still like this for a moment.” But Tang Cheng wasn’t satisfied yet. He threw down those words and ran into his mother’s room.

He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a long stocking. Tang Cheng ran back to the dining table and put it on his mother’s right leg.

He sat down again, pulled his mother into his arms, and then pulled her right leg onto his body. He took out his penis from his pants and clamped it between her legs. He actually used Fang Xian’s right knee as a leg acupoint, lifting her knee up and down to trap it.

And so his penis continued to pound against his mother’s stockinged thighs, while his right hand continued to knead and rub her bare right breast, occasionally lowering his head to enjoy her sweet tongue.

The lewd feast lasted for more than ten times the usual time, and Tang Cheng finally ejaculated his thick semen onto his mother’s jade legs.

…

He reached out to test the water temperature; it felt just right. Tang Cheng stepped into the bathtub, immersing his sweaty, sticky body in the water. The warm water washed over his entire body, as if squeezing out all the fatigue from his muscles.

“Crunch… crunch…” Tang Cheng twisted his neck a few times, spread his hands out and hung them on the edge of the tub, leaned back in the bathtub, and lay there quietly soaking in it with his eyes closed to rest.

Half-asleep, half-awake, he didn’t know how much time had passed. The bathroom door opened and closed twice. Someone walked in. As the door opened and closed slightly, a cool breeze rushed in, hitting Tang Cheng’s head and instantly waking him.

Without moving its body, its head, which was resting on the edge of the tub, tilted back and hung upside down by the tub.

The person who came into view was none other than his mother, Fang Xian.

Having just finished that lewd dinner, Tang Cheng planted the command. Fang Xian washed the dishes and then went to take a bath as usual. But this time, there was already someone else in the bath. However, Fang Xian, whose soul had been cruelly manipulated, didn’t feel anything was wrong about bathing with her son. Even now, with her son staring at her with a lewd look, she still took off her clothes without any pretense or attempt to hide it.

Lost in fascination with his mother’s alluring body, Tang Cheng’s desire flared up again.

Fang Xian, who had taken off her clothes, moved a few steps inside, but the bathroom was too small. The bathtub took up most of the space, and she could barely take a shower by the tub.

Before Fang Xian could do anything, Tang Cheng reached out and grabbed her. “Mom, help me take a bath.” Shaking off Tang Cheng’s hand, Fang Xian spat, “How old are you? Do you still need your mother to help you wash?” “It’s just a back wash, you can wash yourself.” Tang Cheng got out of the bathtub, took a plastic stool, and sat down on the edge of the bathtub.

“You silly child.” Fang Xian had no choice but to take a stool, sit behind Tang Cheng, apply some shower gel, and help him wipe his back.

“Mom, why are you using your hands? Shouldn’t a woman use her breasts to scrub a man’s back?” Fang Xian paused, realizing she’d forgotten. She replied, “Mom forgot. I’ve never scrubbed a man’s back before.” “Never?”

Fang Xian naturally knew who that man was referring to, because because of his abandonment of his wife and children, Tang Cheng always referred to his biological father as that man.

With a sigh, Fang Xian replied, “No.”

“So I’m the first man in your life to bathe you with my breasts?” Tang Cheng continued to ask.

“Mmm,” Fang Xian replied, while applying shower gel to her breasts.

“Mom, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have brought that person up,” Tang Cheng said again.

Fang Xian pressed her soft breasts against Tang Cheng’s back, but found it somewhat inconvenient to sit on the stool.

So, she simply pulled out a stool and knelt behind her son. With her arms around his waist, she began to rub his back with her soft flesh. “It’s alright, Mom doesn’t care about him anymore. Mom is content as long as she has you.” “Mom, you’re so good. Such a good mom, could you wash my penis too?” Tang Cheng said, pulling Fang Xian’s hands from her waist down to his crotch, enveloping his penis.

Fang Xian was both amused and annoyed upon hearing this, and said, “Mom is using her breasts to rub your back. I can’t even see your penis, how can I wash it?” “It’s okay, I’ll tell you what to wash. Just rub my penis with your hands.” “Then why don’t you wash it yourself?” “My big penis only feels good when Mom rubs it with your little hands.”

Completely oblivious to how lewd and shameless her son’s words were. Under the influence of demonic power, she merely mistook his words for a pleading request for her help. It was like when she was a child and wanted to buy something, only this time his request was for a bath.

“How old are you? Still acting like a child and throwing tantrums with your mother? Do you think you’re still a kid?” Fang Xian shook her head, saying this, but as always, she doted on her son, and her delicate hands still started moving.

“Here, rub like this, right. Just like that.” Tang Cheng’s two large hands enveloped his mother’s slender hands, pressing them against his penis and rubbing and stroking it. It was practically like his mother’s jade hands were giving him a handjob.

The sensation of his mother’s soft breasts lingered behind him. He masturbated for a short while before ejaculating. He pressed his mother’s two slender hands against his glans, covering it with his semen, which then shot into her palms.

“What’s going on? Acheng, what are you doing?”

For Fang Xian, bathing her son was a perfectly normal thing, even if it was his penis. However, if Tang Cheng ejaculated, it would be a different matter in her mind, falling under the category of sexual intercourse. The moment the semen hit her palm, Fang Xian immediately sensed something was wrong. Her face changed, and she struggled to pull her hand away and stand up, but Tang Cheng held her hand tightly, continuing to ejaculate on it. When Tang Cheng finally released her hand and allowed her to stand, she immediately froze.

It turns out that because they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, although they had a general idea, they hadn’t yet confirmed that it was sexual intercourse.

But by the time Fang Xian got up and pulled her hand away from Tang Cheng, he had already finished. At that point, the sexual encounter was a thing of the past. According to the previous setup, she would automatically stop caring about any traces of sex.

By the time the semen was discovered, it was too late, and what had happened before could no longer be considered sexual intercourse.

Her anger vanished instantly. Staring blankly at her hands, Fang Xian was somewhat bewildered: “Huh, how come there’s a man’s semen on my hands?” However, under the power of the demon, she immediately stopped thinking about it and simply turned around to wash the thick semen off her hands.

“Yeah, that’s weird. How come it’s on my penis too? Mom, help me wash it too.” Tang Cheng pretended to be puzzled and brought his penis next to his mother’s. Fang Xian glanced at it and washed it off without any suspicion.

He rinsed the foam off his back with the showerhead and then soaked in the bathtub. Tang Cheng, having thoroughly enjoyed himself, felt so comfortable that his bones were practically bubbling.

Fang Xian sat down on the stool where Tang Cheng had been sitting, first rinsing off the foam from her breasts, and then began washing her hair.

Seeing his mother sitting beside him, bent over and starting to wash her hair, Tang Cheng slapped her fair, tender buttocks. “Mom, sit up a little. You just washed my back, now it’s my turn to wash yours.” As he spoke, he pressed down on Fang Xian’s back with his hand.

Fang Xian, who was watering her hair, didn’t answer, but silently followed her son’s instructions; she bent her body forward deeply, almost touching the top of her thighs as she sat on the stool, her snow-white buttocks sticking out and protruding from the stool. A lovely chrysanthemum was thus revealed.

After climbing out of the bathtub, Tang Cheng dragged over the plastic hose he had prepared beforehand and connected it to the faucet. Then, using the copper tip of the hose, he pressed it against his mother’s anus.

Feeling the icy coolness of the water pipe, Fang Xian, who was scrubbing her head with bubbles, was startled. Her anus contracted, and she turned her head with her eyes still closed, asking, “Acheng, what are you doing?” “I’m washing your butt, Mom. You’ve probably never washed it before, it’s so dirty.” He said, while his hands didn’t stop. The copper head on the water pipe was forcefully pushed into Fang Xian’s anus.

“Ugh!” Although she accepted her son’s explanation under the influence of the demon’s power, the intrusion of a foreign object into her anus for the first time in her life still caused Fang Xian extreme discomfort. The cold, hard copper head squeezed into her warm anus, almost scraping the inner walls, causing her to let out a low, incomprehensible moan. Halfway through washing, she ignored her head full of bubbles, arched her back, and froze, her whole body tense.

However, Tang Cheng didn’t stay still. After inserting the hose, he turned on the tap. The feeling of the icy tap water flowing into her intestines made Fang Xian grit her teeth, her body tense even more, and she even trembled slightly. The water hissed as it flowed in, but Fang Xian remained motionless as if frozen in place, only her belly growing larger and larger.

“No! I can’t take it anymore.” Suddenly, Fang Xian abruptly pulled out the water pipe inserted into her anus. Then, she quickly rinsed the foam off her hair with the showerhead in her hand.

However, Tang Cheng, who had anticipated this, quietly took away the towel his mother had placed aside.

“Huh.” Fang Xian rinsed the foam off her head as quickly as possible, but when she reached out, she found that the towel was gone.

“Where’s the towel? Cheng, where’s my towel? No… I can’t take it anymore.” He stopped looking for the towel, wiped the water off his face, squinted slightly, and frantically rushed out the door. Tang Cheng quickly grabbed two hoses and hurried after him.

Fang Xian rushed into the bathroom, not even closing the door, and sat down on the toilet. Almost as soon as she sat down, she heard a soft “plop” sound from her lower body. Fang Xian’s face relaxed for a moment, but then she immediately blushed with nervousness. “Why did you come in? Get out, get out!” It turned out that Tang Cheng had followed her in.

Tang Cheng’s previous instructions concerned bathing, but Fang Xian was currently using the toilet, which fell outside the scope of those instructions. The dual shame of being seen naked and using the toilet by her son overwhelmed her simultaneously. With her legs together, one hand wrapped around her chest and the other covering her genitals, Fang Xian was almost in tears.

Connecting the hose to the sink faucet, Tang Cheng said maliciously, “Of course I’m here to help you bathe, Mom.” He then turned on the faucet, pulled away his mother’s hands that were covering her genitals, and aimed the hose at her. The jet of water shot directly onto her vulva.

Upon hearing the crucial detail of taking a bath, the twisted demonic contract took effect. Since it was a bath, being seen naked was no longer a problem; even defecating was considered part of the process of washing her anus. Fang Xian’s tense heart and body involuntarily relaxed, but then the water rushed into her private parts, coupled with the bloating in her abdomen. Fang Xian shuddered, and a stream of yellow liquid gushed out—she had lost control of her bladder. However, Tang Cheng didn’t let her off the hook, pressing his hand against her still swollen lower abdomen. With a “plop,” excrement and urine sprayed out simultaneously. Although, under the power of the demonic contract, Fang Xian didn’t know what this meant for her, pearly tears inexplicably rolled down the woman’s beautiful eyes, as if she had lost something important at that moment.

However, Fang Xian didn’t have time to pay attention to why she was inexplicably crying; what made her more nervous was the meaning behind her son’s words.

A hint of pleading unconsciously crept onto her beautiful face. Slightly panicked, she asked, “Do…do I still need to wash?” Her mother’s pitiful appearance did not awaken Tang Cheng’s conscience; instead, it made his penis hard as a rock. He shoved the hose in his hand into his mother’s hand: “Mom, here, wash your own asshole.” Then, he turned and connected another hose.

“Let me wash your hair.”

The water jet poured directly over Fang Xian’s head, flowing down her entire body, simply to keep her eyes closed. Under the power of the demonic contract, despite her immense reluctance, Fang Xian obediently inserted the water-spraying tube into her anus for an enema. She was completely unaware that almost touching her face was her son’s purplish-red glans. He pulled her smooth hair, wrapping it around his penis and stroking it relentlessly.

This poor woman sat naked on the toilet in her own bathroom, completely unaware that she was being wantonly violated by her own son.

Only when Fang Xian trembled and said that her anus seemed to be clean did Tang Cheng speed up his masturbation, then spray his semen on her face and wipe the remaining semen off his penis with his hair.

I poured water into my mother’s stomach again, pressed her lower abdomen, and saw that the water that came out was clear before I dragged her back to the bathroom with satisfaction.

She soaked in the bathtub again; the water wasn’t very hot anymore, but it was still lukewarm. Fang Xian sat down next to her and began to bathe. Because of the demonic contract, she didn’t question the origin of the semen on her hair and face.

However, this meant she had to wash her hair again.

“Slap.” Another flippant slap landed on his mother’s snowy buttocks. Tang Cheng made Fang Xian sit down next to him, then turned around to face him as he bathed.

Because she was sitting face-up on the edge of the bathtub, Fang Xian couldn’t lean forward to wash her hair anymore, otherwise all the foam would wash into the tub. Helpless, she had to awkwardly arch her back and wash her hair upside down. Her already full breasts protruded forward, making them appear even more prominent.

Tang Cheng leaned comfortably in the bathtub, his right hand, hanging on the edge of the tub, could easily reach Fang Xian’s delicate body with a simple lift.

Fang Xian’s posture was uncomfortable for her, but convenient for her unfilial son. He squeezed out some shower gel, and his manhood climbed up those two firm, jade-like peaks.

“Mom, let me help you wash your breasts.”

His large hands freely played with the two jade rabbits. The already tender and full breasts became even more slippery after being coated with shower gel, giving them a unique flavor to squeeze. Tang Cheng couldn’t help but admire them, praising, “Mom, your breasts are truly exquisite. I could play with them endlessly without getting tired of them.” As he spoke, he flicked his finger, causing the lovely rosy tips of the nipples to jiggle.

Her delicate body trembled. Tang Cheng was enjoying his caresses, while Fang Xian was suffering in silence. Although she didn’t realize it, her long-dormant body had already been violated by Tang Cheng. Earlier at the dinner table, he had held her in his arms and taken liberties with her. The desires hidden deep within her body were gradually being awakened, and she was quite sensitive at that moment. Now, her son was kneading and rubbing her breasts, and waves of long-lost sensations were rising from the depths of her body.

For Fang Xian, her son bathing her was an act of filial piety. Yet, she found herself aroused by lust; it was as if a son was dutifully washing his mother’s feet, but the mother felt aroused simply because her son was touching her feet. This filled Fang Xian with both shame and embarrassment.

She had been sitting casually with her legs spread apart, but then she closed them tightly at the groin. She tried her best to suppress the alluring sensation, but her movements involuntarily became somewhat stiff. Although she wanted to hide it from her son, she couldn’t hide it at all; Tang Cheng saw through her almost immediately. He smiled wickedly, and his hands, which had been casually kneading her skin for his own pleasure, suddenly became gentle.

This made Fang Xian even more uncomfortable. She forced herself to wash herself before feigning composure and saying to Tang Cheng, “You child, you can’t even wash your breasts properly. I’ve washed my whole body, and you haven’t even washed my breasts yet. Let me do it myself.” Though she said this, she didn’t move, letting Tang Cheng continue playing with her breasts. Under the power of the demon, Fang Xian could only silently endure Tang Cheng’s actions if he didn’t want to.

However, Tang Cheng smiled strangely and nodded in agreement, withdrawing his lewd hand. Just as Fang Xian breathed a sigh of relief, he said again, “Then I’ll wash your tender pussy, Mom.” As he spoke, he reached out and forcefully inserted his hand between Fang Xian’s tightly closed legs, his fingers gently rubbing against the crevice of her flesh.

Hearing this, and feeling her private parts being attacked again, Fang Xian almost fainted. “No…no need…Mom just washed her whole body, and that area is clean too.” “You only washed the outside, not the inside.” As he spoke, Tang Cheng slightly parted her labia with his fingers, dipping them in a little of her vaginal fluid. Then he withdrew his hand and held his fingers up to Fang Xian’s eyes. “Look, your vagina is still sticky inside, it’s not clean at all.” Fang Xian’s throat bobbed a few times, but she couldn’t utter a single word. She couldn’t very well tell her son that her vagina was wet because he had rubbed her breasts so well earlier.

Tang Cheng, however, got excited. He had been lying in the bathtub, playing with Fang Xian with one hand. Now he simply sat up, used both hands to spread his mother’s legs apart, then held the showerhead in one hand and sprayed water on her private parts, while using the other hand to insert his fingers into her vagina and start probing.

Despite her deep reluctance, under the power of the demon, Fang Xian couldn’t even muster the thought of forcefully refusing; she could only silently cooperate. Sitting facing her son, her two jade-like legs spread wide, revealing her entire private area without reservation, she allowed her son to simultaneously use water jets and fingers to do as he pleased with her vulva.

Although Fang Xian had already been raped once by her unfilial son, Tang Cheng, she hadn’t been aware of it then. For her, this was the first time in so many years that her private parts had been violated. Even just two fingers were enough to make her already sensitive body uncontrollably sensitive. She bit her lower lip tightly, her whole body tensing more and more. But she could endure it for a while, not forever. Finally, feeling herself nearing her limit, two tears rolled down Fang Xian’s cheeks.

“No! No!” Fang Xian cried out in a sob-like voice, her whole body trembling violently, and a jet of silver water gushed out from her secret place.

Quietly waiting for his mother to finish her orgasm, Tang Cheng then held out his hand, covered in her vaginal fluid, to Fang Xian: “Mom, what’s this?” Fang Xian, who had been keeping her head down since her orgasm, lowered it further, trembling as she whispered, “I don’t know…” “You don’t know? Mom, you were orgasming just now, weren’t you?”

Upon hearing the words “squirt,” Fang Xian, overwhelmed with shame, finally burst into tears.

However, Tang Cheng’s hand, covered in semen, pressed closer and closer to her. “I can’t believe it! Mom, you’re a slut who uses your son’s fingers to achieve orgasm while he’s dutifully washing you!” The word “slut” finally broke Fang Xian. She jerked her head up, grabbed Tang Cheng’s arm, and cried out, “No, no, you have to believe me! I’m not a slut! Really, I don’t know what happened just now, really! You have to believe me!” Her fingers gripped Tang Cheng’s arm so tightly they almost dug into his flesh, and a hint of madness flickered in her eyes. For this poor woman, love had long since vanished; family was the most important thing in her life. The fact that her most important son thought she was a slut and looked down on her was something she simply couldn’t accept.

Feeling that things had gone too far, Tang Cheng was terrified and hurriedly raised his left hand, using his demonic power: “Stop, forget what just happened. In your memory, it was just a normal bath with me.” Under the powerful force of the demonic contract, Fang Xian, who was crazy just a second ago, calmed down the next second.

“Mom?” Tang Cheng asked cautiously, afraid that something might be wrong with his mother. “Are you… alright?” “Huh? What’s wrong? Is Mom feeling unwell?” Fang Xian, whose memory had been erased, didn’t question the tears welling up in her eyes, but was rather puzzled by Tang Cheng’s question. “But you, Cheng, your water’s almost cold. Hurry up and wash, or you’ll catch a cold.” Having almost driven his mother crazy, Tang Cheng felt embarrassed to do anything more. Without his antics, the two quickly finished washing up.

After tidying up the bathroom, I prepared to go back to my room to rest.

Feeling inexplicably more tired than usual and somewhat listless, Fang Xian entered the bedroom, only to find her son, Tang Cheng, had followed her in. She asked curiously, “What’s wrong? Cheng, is something the matter?” Raising his left hand, Tang Cheng said, “I came to sleep with you. Isn’t sleeping together at night a unique way for us mother and son to strengthen our bond?” He thought for a moment, then added, “When we sleep together, we always sleep naked. Also, when I make sexual requests of you, you must completely comply with them. However, you won’t realize that you’re doing these things. If I talk to you about sex, it’s to teach you basic common sense. As your mother, you must answer whatever I ask seriously and without getting angry.” “Yes, I understand,” Fang Xian nodded obediently, completely unaware that her soul had been further twisted. Fang Xian took off her pajamas, climbed into bed, and paid no attention to Tang Cheng beside her.

He took off his clothes, crawled into bed next to Fang Xian, and hugged his mother tightly, her smooth back pressed against her hot chest.

Completely oblivious to the fact that she was being held naked in her own son’s arms, Fang Xian held the remote control and casually flipped through the TV program list.

She threw back the covers, exposing her body to the light. Tang Cheng, gazing at the delicate figure in his arms, exclaimed, “Mom, you’re so beautiful!” Fang Xian glanced at Tang Cheng and chuckled, “You little rascal, why are you flattering your mother for no reason?” “This isn’t flattery. If you don’t believe me, feel it.” Tang Cheng said, pulling Fang Xian’s hand to his penis. “Look, just looking at your naked body makes my cock hard. Rub it, isn’t it rock hard?” Fang Xian obediently rubbed Tang Cheng’s penis and replied seriously, “Yes, very hard. But Cheng, you must be careful. A son shouldn’t look at his mother’s naked body, let alone feel sexually aroused by his mother.”

This behavior is immoral.

“Oh. What if I rub your breasts like this?” Tang Cheng asked deliberately as he reached out and pinched and rubbed his mother’s breasts.

“This behavior is even more serious. If what I said before was serious but still a minor mistake, then this is a big mistake.” Fang Xian earnestly taught her son the principle that “a son should not play with his mother’s breasts,” while turning a blind eye to her son pinching and kneading the soft flesh on her chest.

“Oh.” Tang Cheng, who had been lying on his side holding Fang Xian in his arms, suddenly sat up, sitting on her lower abdomen, and began to knead her breasts, one in each hand. “This won’t work either?” “No.” He grasped both rosy nipples with both hands, pressing and gently rubbing them with his fingers. “How about this?” “That won’t work either.” “Oh. I understand, thank you, Mom.”

He said he understood, but his actions showed no sign of it. He rubbed, kneaded, pulled, and pinched his mother’s breasts, showing no sign of stopping.

“By the way, Mom. You just said incest. What’s the difference between incest and immoral sex?” “Incest refers to sexual intercourse between close relatives, such as mother and son. Things like seeing your mother naked don’t involve actual intercourse, so it doesn’t count as incest.” “Oh, come on. Mom, spread your legs a little wider.” Tang Cheng got off Fang Xian’s lower abdomen, moved between her legs, and pulled them wide open. “Like this, Mom, you’re showing me your vagina. That’s incest, but not quite immoral, right?” “Yes, that’s it.”

“So what kind of actual action is needed to constitute incest?” “For example, if you use your big cock to fuck Mom’s pussy, that would be considered incest.” “Where exactly is ‘pussy’? Can I see?” Hearing Tang Cheng’s request, Fang Xian put her hands between her wide-open legs. One on each side, she grasped her labia, pulling them wide open to reveal her pink, tender pussy. “It’s here, you see it? It’s this pink pussy hole.” He held his already throbbing penis against the entrance of his mother’s pussy. “Is it where my glans is pressing against?” “Yes, right here.”

Holding his mother’s slender waist, Tang Cheng slowly squeezed his penis into her honeypot. His thick, long penis easily brought the glans to Fang Xian’s clitoris. Its astonishing thickness forced her sensitive flesh to grip it tightly. Every corner of her vagina was intimately pressed against the large penis. “Like this, when I put my cock into your vagina, Mom, is that incest?” “Yes, what you’re doing to Mom already constitutes incest.” “What if it’s like this?” Tang Cheng thrust his hips, rapidly pumping in and out of his mother’s vagina. The walls of her vagina and his penis began to rub intensely together. The pleasurable sensation sent Fang Xian’s soul flying.

“This is also…this is also incest. This is a process of sexual intercourse. Sexual intercourse is not just…penetration and it’s over.”

“Mmm… Once the big cock is inside, it will keep fucking inside her pussy until she ejaculates, then it’s done… sex.” His cock thrust wildly in and out of his mother’s honey pot, his hands once again grabbing her two jade rabbits on her breasts.

Tang Cheng deliberately asked, “Mom, why are you speaking haltingly, and a little breathless?” “Because…because…um…because of your big cock…ah…it’s fucking Mom’s little pussy so well…so…ah…Mom’s so happy I can’t even speak properly…ah…ah…” The cock thrust harder and harder, the glans fully experiencing the tender touch of his mother’s secret vaginal cavity. After thrusting his lower abdomen wildly for a long time, Tang Cheng started teasing her again. “Mom, can you summarize? What kind of behavior is considered incest? What is my status compared to yours? And what are we doing now that makes you feel so good you can’t even speak?” “Hmm…hmm…cock…big cock…as long as my son’s big cock…ah…fucks into my pussy…it’s incest…it’s an absolute taboo…ah…ah…ah…now…my good son Tang Cheng…is using his big cock…ah…ah…fucking my pussy…fucking me…ah…so good I can’t even speak…ah…ah…” Hearing his mother’s silly answer and feeling the pleasure between his legs, Tang Cheng felt like he was flying with pleasure. He leaned down and pressed down on her, his hands, which had been kneading her breasts, tightly gripped his mother’s snowy buttocks, and began his final thrusts into her pussy.

After a few dozen more thrusts, Tang Cheng was on the verge of climaxing: “Mom, can I ejaculate inside your vagina?” “Ah…no…no…of course not inside…otherwise I might get pregnant…ah…that’s it, Cheng, you absolutely can’t ejaculate inside Mom’s vagina like this. Because the semen will flow into Mom’s uterus! Mom is in her fertile period now, Mom’s belly will get bigger from your fucking…” He ejaculated all his semen into his mother’s uterus, then lay on top of her, panting for a while. Tang Cheng got up and asked, “Mom, where’s your phone?” “On the bedside table, what’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing, just taking a picture to commemorate the occasion.”

Taking his mother’s phone, Tang Cheng directed Fang Xian to spread her legs wide, even using his hands to pull apart her labia, revealing her vulva, which was dripping with semen. “Come on, smile. Yes, like that. Okay.” With a click, this obscene scene was captured on camera.

Sitting down beside her, Tang Cheng scrolled through his phone looking at the photos he had just seen, while his large hand reached out and caressed Fang Xian’s delicate body, her fragrant shoulders, soft breasts, lower abdomen, and snowy buttocks. His palm fully experienced the exquisite beauty of his mother’s body.

“Mom, how was it? Did you enjoy being fucked by me just now?”

“Mmm, Mom feels so good being fucked by Acheng.”

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?”

“dislike.”

Hearing this unexpected answer, Tang Cheng paused for a moment, put down his phone, and turned his gaze back to his mother: “Why? Didn’t you enjoy being fucked by me?” “Although you fucked me very well, Cheng, we are mother and son. How can a mother like her son fucking her? What are you thinking, Cheng?” Ah, that’s it. Tang Cheng chuckled, suddenly relieved, and reached out to grab his mother’s clitoris, gently pinching it as he asked lewdly, “Mom, can’t mothers and sons have sex?” “Hmm…” Fang Xian let out a soft moan as her clitoris was pinched, gently twisting her body as she said:

“Of course, didn’t I already say? That’s incest, something you absolutely can’t do.” “Did we have sex?” “What are you talking about, you brat? How could we have sex? What are you thinking, Cheng?” Tang Cheng pulled Fang Xian up and made her sit up, showing her the white fluid sticking to her private parts. He asked, “What is this?” “Isn’t this the semen you just ejaculated into Mommy’s vagina?” “So, you absolutely can’t have incest! And you absolutely haven’t had sex with your son! Now your vagina is full of semen that your precious son ejaculated into it after fucking you?” Completely unaware of the illogical nature of his statement, Fang Xian looked at her son blankly: “Yes.”

What’s wrong?

“Hahaha.” A thrill from simultaneously toying with his mother’s body and mind made Tang Cheng laugh triumphantly. “It’s nothing. It’s nothing. Mom, you’re so cute.” Fang Xian gave Tang Cheng a flick on the forehead and said irritably, “What nonsense are you talking about? How can you talk to your mother like that? You have no manners.” “Hahaha. Really, Mom, you’re really cute. Come on, let me give you a kiss.” Tang Cheng said with a carefree laugh, cupping his mother’s face and kissing her.

“Mmm…uh…mmm…uh…”

After a long, wet French kiss, Fang Xian was already panting when Tang Cheng released her. But before she could catch her breath, Tang Cheng thrust his penis into her again and began to rape her.

He held her alluring body tightly, his chest rubbing against her soft breasts, his large mouth occasionally pressing against her sexy red lips, his penis thrusting slowly but powerfully into her honeyed depths. Tang Cheng, entangled with his mother, suddenly caught a glimpse of his phone out of the corner of his eye. He rolled over, lying flat on the bed, grabbed the phone with one hand, and started filming his mother, patting her snowy buttocks with the other, saying, “Get on top, move yourself.” Fang Xian, kneeling on Tang Cheng’s waist with her legs spread, grasped her son’s penis with both hands, guiding the glans, still glistening with her own fluids, towards her vagina.

Without foreplay or hesitation, he simply grasped her son’s penis with both hands. Fang Xian slowly lowered herself down, allowing her biological son’s enormous glans to slowly squeeze into her labia, spreading her vagina open until it reached the very depths of her lower abdomen, filling her tender opening completely. With her hands on her son’s chest, Fang Xian knelt on Tang Cheng’s waist, bending her thighs and moving up and down in a rhythmic motion.

“No, it’s not like that. I need to see how my cock goes in and out of your cunt. Spread your legs wider, don’t put your hands in front, put them behind your back. Yes, like that. Make the movements bigger and faster. And your breasts, make them swing.” As he spoke, Tang Cheng stretched out a hand and placed it a little below Fang Xian’s breast. “Swing them, swing them. Your breasts need to swing so hard they make a sound in my hand.” Under Tang Cheng’s command, Fang Xian squatted with her legs wide apart, her hands behind her back, and her body rose and fell rapidly like a deep squat; her pair of full breasts swung wildly; to meet Tang Cheng’s requirements, she deliberately bent over and thrust her chest out with each rise and fall, so that her breasts could make a slapping sound when they hit Tang Cheng’s palm; as for her juicy cunt, it enveloped Tang Cheng’s erect penis in and out with each rise and fall.

Dragging a pillow under his head, Tang Cheng held his phone in one hand, recording this erotic video, while using the other hand to tease his mother’s swaying breasts; waves of pleasurable sensations surged through his penis, and he enjoyed the devoted service of his beautiful birth mother, finding it all incredibly pleasant.

“Ugh…” Compared to Tang Cheng, who had just ejaculated once, Fang Xian was the one who couldn’t take it anymore this time. Her suppressed moans grew more and more intense until her movements suddenly stopped, and she let out a soft cry that sounded like both joy and tears. A stream of water suddenly washed over Tang Cheng’s glans.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop. Mom, you’ve had your fun, but I haven’t!” Tang Cheng slapped Fang Xian’s snowy buttocks.

Fang Xian, whose legs were aching from squatting so much from the previous movements, could only manage a couple more movements in this incredibly sensitive state, still recovering from her orgasm, before collapsing completely. “Mom… Mom thinks I can’t take it anymore… I’m going to break.” “How could that be? You won’t break that easily. Mom, you have to have confidence in yourself, believe that you can definitely take it.” Tang Cheng didn’t let his mother off the hook, but he could see that she was indeed running out of energy. He pulled his mother off him and made her bend over on the bed; he rubbed his penis against his mother’s wet vulva a couple of times, just about to penetrate her, when he glanced at her cute little anus. Remembering that he had just given his mother an enema, his penis slid right into her anus.

“Mom, your asshole has never been fucked before, has it?”

“Um.”

Hearing his mother’s reply, before the words had even faded, Tang Cheng thrust forcefully, his thick, long penis pressed against her anus, plunging in all the way to the hilt. He growled, “Then I’ll take your anus, Mom!” “Ugh!” Her first experience with her anus was so intense. Fang Xian was jolted awake by the thrust, her upper body, which had been lying prone, suddenly straightened up; her head tilted back, her beautiful eyes wide open, and she let out a mournful cry.

However, Tang Cheng, who was in the middle of his pleasure and in a state of limbo, did not give his mother any time to catch her breath and began thrusting without stopping.

Fang Xian could only grit her teeth and grip the bedsheets tightly with both hands; she had to endure the impact of the thick penis with her newly deflowered anus.

However, her beastly son did not stop there.

With his crotch throbbing incessantly, Tang Cheng reached for the phone beside him and threw it in front of his mother.

“Turn on your phone and play the video you just recorded on repeat. At the same time, read the video aloud.” Playing the video of her having sex with her son, Fang Xian, while enduring her son’s defilement, recounted her recent lewd behavior: “…My legs were spread in an M shape, I squatted on top of my son, constantly thrusting my body, letting his penis rub against the walls of my vagina…” She leaned down, her chest pressed against his sweaty, naked back, her hands supporting her on the bed; watching the video of her having sex with her mother while listening to her lewd retelling; Tang Cheng gleefully violated his mother’s anus. His glans freely felt the untouched, tender flesh, his lower abdomen slapping against her snowy buttocks. After several minutes of violent thrusting, Tang Cheng finally reached his climax, ejaculating all his semen into his mother’s rectum. Fang Xian, who had been struggling to hold on, finally collapsed onto the bed, her body limp.

After taking the phone, Tang Cheng got up, pulled out his penis, and recorded the scene of his mother’s vagina and anus being filled with semen. Then, he lay down on his side, hugged his mother, who was now limp, and gently caressed her before they both fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, my beautiful mother was no longer in my arms.

Stretching, Tang Cheng got out of bed, grabbed his pajamas, and casually put them on. The demonic power within the soul contract flowed through his body; although it could only be used to activate the contract and manipulate his mother’s soul, it was still unknowingly making his physique increasingly resilient, like that of a demon. Feeling no fatigue from yesterday’s indulgence, Tang Cheng felt his energy had never been so abundant.

I walked slowly to the living room and saw my mother hanging clothes to dry on the balcony.

She wore a simple pale yellow T-shirt, layered under a long-sleeved, ruffled vest, and a light purple knee-length skirt. Bathed in golden sunlight, her figure, doing housework, exuded the air of a virtuous and domestic woman, captivating Tang Cheng.

While continuing to hang the washed sheets and clothes on the hangers, Fang Xian, hearing footsteps, turned around and said, “You’re up? Why didn’t you sleep a little longer?” He came up behind his mother and hugged her from behind, saying, “I opened my eyes and found you weren’t here, and my arms felt empty, so I got up. What about you? Didn’t you go to the bookstore today?” “I went out early this morning. I talked to Xiao Yang at the store before coming back. You only woke up yesterday, so I’m staying home with you today.” Unperturbed by Tang Cheng’s rude behavior, Fang Xian let her son hug her from behind, his hands roaming all over her body. Calmly hanging up all the clothes, she pulled his hands away and took the basin of water she had used to hold the clothes back to the bathroom. Then, without stopping, she ran to the kitchen, lifted the lid of the pot of soup simmering on the stove, and checked the heat.

“What are you cooking?” Tang Cheng followed behind.

Carefully placing the lid on, but slightly lifting it to prevent the boiling soup from overflowing, Fang Xian turned her head, her eyes full of love as she looked at her son: “I made chicken soup for you. You’ve been lying in bed for a whole year, how can you not nourish yourself?” Reaching out to turn off the stove, Tang Cheng pressed his fingers against Fang Xian’s crotch, saying wickedly, “Chicken soup is nothing compared to your abalone, Mom. Letting my big cock taste your little abalone is more nourishing than anything else.” As a traditional woman, Fang Xian was stunned for a moment before understanding Tang Cheng’s meaning. Her face hardened, and she solemnly reprimanded him: “How many times have I told you, a mother and son cannot do this kind of thing, it’s incest.” But the only response she received was the five-pointed star on Tang Cheng’s left palm.

…

Fang Xian rubbed her temples, feeling a little dizzy. She thought she had said something, but couldn’t remember what.

“Mom, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Her son, Tang Cheng, asked with concern.

Shaking her head, no longer pondering, Fang Xian smiled and shook her head at her son, “Mom is fine. But you, you only woke up yesterday, are you still feeling unwell?” As she spoke, Fang Xian reached out and stroked her son’s head, her eyes filled with concern as she thought of his year-long coma.

“Hmm, now that you mention it… I still feel a little dizzy.” With a wicked smile on his face, Tang Cheng swayed his body feigning sway.

He didn’t notice anything amiss with his son’s clumsy performance. Fang Xian tensed up immediately, quickly supporting Tang Cheng, then grabbing one of his hands and pressing it against her chest, kneading it with concern, asking:

“How are you now? Are you feeling any better?”

“Hmm, it seems a little better.” Without any hesitation, Tang Cheng followed his mother’s movements and pinched her breasts. He even pretended to be puzzled, “Why do I feel better when I rub your breasts, Mom?” Two blushes immediately crept onto her beautiful face. Fang Xian said with some shame, “Cheng, you have a very special disease. Men with this disease must have sex with their mothers frequently, otherwise they will faint and become a vegetable.” “No wonder I still feel a little uncomfortable. It seems it’s because I haven’t fucked your pussy, Mom.” Taking Tang Cheng’s hand, Fang Xian said as she walked towards the bedroom, “Come on, let’s go to Mom’s room. Fuck Mom’s pussy and you’ll feel better.” “Okay, I will definitely fuck Mom’s pussy properly.” Hearing this, Tang Cheng could no longer restrain himself. He couldn’t wait to pick up Fang Xian and run into her room like a whirlwind.

She had just gotten up and hadn’t tidied up yet; the traces of last night’s lovemaking were still clearly visible on the bed. Poor Fang Xian, she was about to be defiled by her own son again right there.

Tang Cheng threw Fang Xian onto the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes, his face full of eagerness: “Mom, it seems this really works for my illness. Just thinking about being able to fuck you makes me feel better, I have more strength, I’m much better than before.” Fang Xian sat on the bed and also took off her clothes. She leaned against the headboard and put a pillow behind her. She spread her beautiful legs wide, her hands parting her labia, revealing her pink honey hole. “It works. Come on, Cheng, hurry up and fuck me with your big cock.” Seeing his mother’s ‘sincere invitation,’ Tang Cheng, who had climbed onto the bed, naturally wouldn’t keep her waiting long. Without any foreplay, he went straight to the point with his engorged penis. With a fierce thrust, he directly fucked his mother’s pink honey hole.

He’d rushed in too quickly, and it was still a bit dry inside. While fucking, Tang Cheng said to his mother, “Mom, it feels a little dry inside.” “Okay, okay, don’t worry. Mom will think of something.” Fang Xian raised her hands, pressing and gently kneading her full breasts. She closed her eyes, trying hard to imagine various scenes of lovemaking.

Soon, Fang Xian let out an alluring moan, and her vagina began to moisten.

Stirring his penis, Tang Cheng found that his mother’s vagina was becoming easier to fuck, and his thrusts became faster and faster.

The glans scraped against the flesh of his birth mother, thrusting repeatedly into the very end of her exquisite orifice.

Her body was numb and tingling from being violated by her son, but Fang Xian couldn’t care less about enjoying the excruciating pleasure. All she cared about was her son’s “condition”: “Acheng, how are you now? Do you feel any better as you fuck Mom’s pussy?” “Much better, much better. Mom, your pussy is so wonderful. It’s making my cock feel half dead. Fuck your pussy, and I’m not dizzy anymore, and my body isn’t weak anymore.” Tang Cheng’s lower body thrust rapidly, his lower abdomen slapping against Fang Xian’s thighs, his large glans constantly pounding against her clitoris.

“That’s good, as long as it works.” Fang Xian spread her legs, letting Tang Cheng’s penis thrust into her body without restraint. She cupped her son’s face in her hands and stroked it gently, saying with maternal love, “From now on, you can play with Mommy more often. Fuck Mommy’s pussy every day on time. Cheng, promise Mommy, never fall down again, Mommy can’t live without you. Mommy is living for you now.” While thrusting hard, Tang Cheng replied, “Don’t worry, I definitely won’t fall down again. How could I bear to fall down when I can fuck such a beautiful mommy? Don’t worry, Mommy. Even if it’s just so I can fuck your pussy every day in the future, I won’t fall down again.” “Hmm. As long as your illness gets better, Mommy will let you fuck me to your heart’s content every day. You can fuck Mommy however you want.” Tears welled up in Fang Xian’s eyes, and a relieved smile hung on her beautiful face.

This virtuous woman, disregarding ethics and morality, offered her body to her son for sexual intercourse. This wasn’t self-degradation, but a choice made in sacrifice. If it weren’t for the need to “cure” her son’s illness, anyone who wanted to defile her chastity would only have her corpse as a reward.

Using the power of the demonic contract, he twisted and toyed with this kind mother. The beastly Tang Cheng felt no remorse; his mind was filled only with endless lust. “Mom, why aren’t you moaning anymore? Those moans you made with your eyes closed before were really good. I love hearing you moan when I fuck you. And don’t stop your hands. Keep rubbing your breasts.” Nodding, Fang Xian flirtatiously rubbed her breasts, performing moaning for her son. Although she already had two children, she was essentially just a traditional, respectable housewife. She had never done these things before, and she couldn’t possibly imitate them. Her movements were too fake, her voice artificial.

However, Tang Cheng didn’t care at all.

His virtuous, conservative, and beautiful birth mother, obediently and awkwardly flattering him under his twisted influence, was completely unaware of the lewdness of her actions. What he wanted was this evil dual pleasure of simultaneously toying with his mother’s mind and body.

Fang Xian’s long, beautiful legs were bent into an M-shape and spread wide open. Tang Cheng placed his hands on her knees, using them to propel his lower body. He enjoyed watching his mother’s “performance” while indulging in the defilement of her honey pot.

The affected, forceful rubbing gradually transformed into an uncontrollable, passionate caress; the fake, exaggerated moans gradually turned into melodious groans. The fleshy opening, brought to repeated orgasms by her son’s violation, quickly transformed Fang Xian’s feigned ‘performance’ into a genuine expression of her true nature.

But for this mother, her son was more important than the intense physical pleasure. Seeing her beloved son riding on her body, enjoying his ‘healthy’ form, was what truly brought her happiness.

No matter how pleasurable it was for her son to fuck her, even when she was reaching orgasm, Fang Xian’s bright eyes always gazed lovingly at Tang Cheng. Like any tender mother watching her spoiled son with doting affection. Only, the way her son “spoiled” her was so peculiar. He was using his ugly genitals to wantonly rape her in the very place where she was born.

His thick penis trembled as it ejaculated deep into his mother’s vagina, showing no sign of softening. Tang Cheng simply changed to a sitting position, pulled his mother into his arms, and continued to rape her, holding her snowy buttocks.

She was pressed tightly against her beloved son, her full breasts pressing firmly against Tang Cheng’s chest. Her long, jade-like legs were wrapped around his waist; her hands were wrapped around his back; her head was resting on his shoulder; Fang Xian and her son were entwined, enduring the thrusting of his penis.

The son’s penis was violating his mother’s vagina. “Mom, does my big cock feel good?” “Mmm, Acheng’s big cock is so amazing. My pussy feels so good being fucked by you.” She gently closed her eyes, enduring her son’s powerful thrusts. Feeling his ‘healthy vitality,’ Fang Xian’s beautiful face, resting on her son’s shoulder, was filled with deep satisfaction.

The son’s penis forcefully violated his mother’s vagina. “Mom, call me Big Dick Son.” “Mmm, Big Dick Son. Mom’s favorite big-dicked son.” She gently stroked her son’s back, marveling at its size. Unconsciously, her son had grown so big. Fang Xian twisted her soft body, sinking deeper into her beloved son’s embrace.

The son’s penis relentlessly violated his mother’s vagina. “Mom, say you love me. Say you love my big cock.” Her body endured her son’s violation, yet her heart did not perceive it as lewd. Hearing her beastly son’s vulgar demands, she unhesitatingly accepted them as a loving son’s cry for his mother. “Silly child. Is there any need to say it? You are the apple of my eye, the fruit of my womb.” Raising her head, looking directly into her son’s eyes, Fang Xian earnestly said, word by word, “Mommy loves you. Mommy loves your cock. From the moment you were born, Mommy has loved you, my big cock, my good son!” The son’s penis pressed firmly against his mother’s clitoris. “Mom, I’m going to cum. I want to impregnate your womb.” Her limbs contracted, tightly entwining around Tang Cheng. Fang Xian’s body, obscenely intertwined with her own son, radiated a holy light. “Shoot, shoot. Mom is in her fertile period, shoot inside and make Mom pregnant. As long as it makes you feel good, as long as it helps you get better. You can shoot as much semen as you want into Mom’s uterus. Mom is willing to let you get pregnant, Mom is willing to have your baby. Mom is willing to do anything for you.” The son could no longer hold back and poured large amounts of semen into his mother’s fertile uterus.

He comfortably soaked his penis in his mother’s vagina, gently stroking her delicate skin. Even though it wasn’t the first time, Tang Cheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of fantasy.

His mother has always been one of his biggest fantasies, but the thought of his virtuous mother actually becoming a promiscuous woman committing adultery with her son always leaves him with a sense of regret, even in his fantasies. What attracts him most about his mother is that increasingly rare, traditional, virtuous quality of a woman. It would be such a pity if she were actually molded into a harlot.

Now, under the power of the demon, not only have I been able to fulfill my long-held lust, but my mother is still the same virtuous mother she always was. Holding my mother’s delicate body and calming down, it truly feels like a dream.

Kneading his mother’s breast, Tang Cheng suddenly recalled the scene of their incestuous relationship the night before and couldn’t help but ask, “Mom, what we’re doing now, isn’t that incest?” Reaching out to stroke her beloved son’s face, Fang Xian chuckled, “Silly child, how can you think like that? It’s like CPR. To save someone, a woman puts her mouth to a man’s mouth to give him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. Can you say they’re kissing? The actions are the same, but the nature is different. Of course, in other people’s eyes, we’ll be seen as committing incest. But actually, it’s not the same thing. Doing it for lust is incest, but what we’re doing now is for medical treatment, just an enhanced version of CPR. Just be careful not to let outsiders know.” “I see, I understand,” Tang Cheng feigned a humble and receptive demeanor, but inwardly he was laughing hysterically.

“So, as long as I’m still ‘sick,’ it’s okay to fuck you however I want. But if I fuck you again after I’m cured, that’s incest, right?” “Yes, so you can fuck Mom however you want now, but if you’re cured, you absolutely can’t fuck Mom anymore, that’s incest, you know?” As she spoke, Fang Xian suddenly propped herself up from Tang Cheng’s arms, looking at him suspiciously: “Cheng…you…you’re not already cured, are you? You’re just pretending to be sick for…for…?” “Mom! What are you saying? I’m your son. Don’t you know what kind of person I am all these years?”

“How could I possibly do such a thing?” Tang Cheng, with an expression of utter injustice, wiggled his penis, still inserted in Fang Xian’s vagina, a few times. “Can you feel how hard it is? You just said it yourself. If I were to rape you after my ‘illness’ is cured, it would be incest. How could I possibly have incestuous thoughts about you, Mom? If I don’t have those thoughts, I naturally won’t get hard, let alone rape you. Only when it’s not incest will I be able to get hard and fuck you without any psychological burden. In other words, as long as I can get hard and rape you, it means my ‘illness’ isn’t cured yet, and Mom, you should let me rape you to my heart’s content.” Fang Xian’s mind was a little dizzy from Tang Cheng’s nonsensical logic, and she felt that something was wrong. However, under the power of the contract, she ultimately accepted this explanation and deeply memorized it. Then she became a little worried: “Acheng, your big cock just ejaculated so much semen into Mom’s uterus, and now it’s so hard again. Your ‘illness’ must still be very serious. I don’t know how long it will take to get better.” “It’s okay, I actually feel pretty good right now. Anyway, Mom, let me fuck you more often in the future. At least, you shouldn’t faint again, right?” As she spoke, Tang Cheng lay down and let his mother kneel on his waist. He held his engorged penis with both hands and inserted it into his honey hole.

“That’s all we can do. From now on, when you have free time, fuck Mom more often.” Kneeling like this, with her hands on the base of his penis, Fang Xian swayed her slender waist gently up and down, letting it stir gently inside her honey hole.

With his hands behind his head, Tang Cheng didn’t have to do anything; he could enjoy the exquisite pleasure of his mother’s honeyed orifice under her devoted care.

“Mom, how is it? Feeling anything special being fucked by your own son’s big cock inside you?” “Ah… Cheng… your big cock… ah… ah… Mom’s pussy… feels so good being fucked by your big cock… Back then… you were born from this very spot… Now your big cock… is back again… ah… ah… I never thought… that little person I gave birth to back then… would grow up so big now… Just your big cock… fills this pussy that was born back then… making Mom’s juices flow… ah…” Kneeling and constantly bending her thighs to masturbate was exhausting, and the constant pleasure emanating from her pussy made Fang Xian’s whole body go limp. So, she simply leaned forward, lying on Tang Cheng’s chest. Her full, beautiful breasts pressed against his chest, rubbing against him. Her hands were still gripping his penis, holding it to prevent it from slipping out of her pussy. Her plump, snowy buttocks swayed incessantly, causing her son’s penis to rub against her vaginal walls.

The exquisite pleasure of every inch of her vaginal walls being violated left Fang Xian somewhat intoxicated. The ecstatic sensation rendered her speechless. Her beautiful eyes gazed blankly into the distance, her slightly parted mouth panting rapidly, saliva involuntarily dribbling from her rosy lips, soaking a patch of Tang Cheng’s shoulder. Like a female animal in heat, she incessantly used her vagina to manipulate her own son’s penis.

Suddenly, hot semen gushed from the penis, rushing into Fang Xian’s flower, filling her uterus, and causing her to convulse violently. A surge of fluid from deep within her vagina also gushed out onto the still-ejaculating glans. Her moist, fleshy lips parted slightly again, and she murmured softly, “It’s inside… ah… it’s inside… Ah Cheng’s big cock is being pleasured by Mom’s vagina… it’s shooting all its semen into Mom’s uterus…” Tang Cheng, who had effortlessly enjoyed himself under his mother’s service, reached out and lifted her chin:

“mom.”

“Um?”

“Thank you.”

“Silly child, what are you thanking me for? I’m your mother.”

“Mom, I want to play with your breasts.”

“Come on, hmm…”

“Mom, I want to kiss you.”

“Ugh… Sizzle… Ugh… Sizzle… Sizzle…”

…

Several months later.

Tang Cheng fiddled with the camera on the tripod.

Fang Xian sat sideways on the floor opposite her.

Crystal-clear high heels, white lace stockings, matching white lace gloves, and a crown-shaped veil. She wore a beautiful wedding dress, but lacked the most important garment—the gown. This peculiar attire made Fang Xian, with her naked body, exude both purity and eroticism; her prominently protruding belly further enhanced her maternal glow.

“alright.”

Tang Cheng ran over from the camera, his tuxedo revealing his engorged penis, which looked quite odd. However, he didn’t seem to care at all. He ran to Fang Xian and stood facing the camera. Fang Xian immediately leaned in and kissed his purplish-red glans with her red lips.

The flash went off, freezing this obscene scene forever, making it a special wedding photo for these two people who could never truly marry.

【over】