Chapter 26 The penis, stained with the mother's vaginal fluids, became painfully hard again after a night of torment.

He has to get moving.

The thought exploded in his mind while he was still kneeling on the bed, his legs feeling like lead, his knees sinking into the sheets soaked with semen and vaginal fluid.

His gaze was fixed on his mother’s vaginal opening, where thick, white fluid was still slowly flowing out of the unclosable orifice, running down her perineum and over her inner thighs, merging into the ever-growing wet patch beneath her.

”Move,” he told himself, his voice hoarse, rapid, and suffocatingly urgent. “You fucking move. You can’t just kneel here and watch. She could wake up…