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Chapter 33: Pushing Mother Down
After showering, Qi walked out of the bathroom naked. Seeing Mother's phone still under the sofa, he picked it up.
He stood there dazed for a while, then, still naked, carried the phone into Mother's bedroom.
Mother looked at his bare body, her face calm, seemingly indifferent.
Qi handed her the phone, then got into bed, pulling up the covers and snuggling close. Mother ignored him but stared blankly at her phone.
After a while, Mother got up, left her phone beside the pillow, and went to the bathroom. Qi watched her silently; he didn't dare touch the phone on her pillow.
She stayed in the bathroom for a long time; Qi lay on the bed, waiting.
Finally, the water shut off. Mother stepped out completely naked, her body full breasts, curvy hips, slim waist steaming hot from the bath. Her huge, soft, pink-nippled breasts, slender waist, rounded belly, and the thick, black bush, full thighs she looked like a goddess, a beauty out of a painting, a divine woman. No wonder men lost their heads over her.
In her son's gaze, Mother calmly moved around, shutting off lights, and came to bed.
When she lay down, the house was only lit by the soft bedside lamp.
She propped herself up, brought her face close, brushed hair from her ear, and kissed him softly.
Just lips touching lightly sent a shiver through him.
Her soft tongue probed his lips, licking his teeth until he parted them. Their tongues met, danced, tangled. Qi closed his eyes, savoring the taste; jasmine her shampoo filled his nose.
After twining together, Mother's tongue pulled free, moving from his lips to his chin, then neck, tracing a moist, tingling trail.
Just as Qi was sinking into bliss, Mother stopped. "Mom or Aunt who makes you feel better?" she asked.
Without thinking, Qi blurted, "Mom "
A sharp pain jolted him. Mother had bitten his neck.
"Ow!" he cried, shocked, lifting his head there was Mother, chest on his, smiling with bared teeth.
"Mom, what " he stammered, shocked out of his passion.
In the dim light, her beautiful face looked strange, almost eerie like a vampire from Western legend. Every pore on Qi's body tingled.
Before he could react, Mother's mouth was on his again hard, rough, so unlike before. She panted, kissing his cheeks, ears, whispering hotly, "You're mine… no one can take you… betray me and I'll bite you like you saw… I'll bite you to death…"
Shaken, Qi felt her madness. He had never imagined the gentle, refined Mother could be like this perhaps this was the real her.
He realized: everyone in this family, in this society, wore masks. Only by tearing them off could a person be truly known.
Mother's kisses were cruel sucking, licking, biting. He didn't know if she did this with other men, but he felt the pain.
Yet the pain thrilled him, offering a unique, electrifying pleasure.
He wondered: was he, too, wearing a mask? He had never hidden his love for Mother he had even joked about it with Aunt and Beigong. But he had never imagined truly lying with her.
Was his mask still on?
Mother's pain made everything real real pain, real touch, real excitement. For a moment, the mask on his face shattered.
Qi shoved Mother down, crawled atop her, and began to devour her her face, shoulders, breasts, belly. She lay limp, gazing at the ceiling, all energy spent from the earlier outburst. She kept murmuring, "Mine… mine… give it to me… I want it…"
Qi finally reached the lower end of her gorgeous body her black, damp bush, pooled with sweat or fluid.
He lapped at her mound. She squirmed and whimpered, fingernails in his hair, gripping hard.
He tongued her clit, making it throb. Her legs clamped his body, squeezing him until he could barely breathe.
That didn't stop him. He tasted the thick labia, ran his tongue along the slit, then pressed into her pink opening, flicking at her soft inner walls.
Mother grabbed Qi's right hand and bit it hard. Pain jolted through him again.
"Now… can't stop now…" Qi propped up with his left hand, shrugged off Mother's bite, knelt between her spread thighs, gripped his trembling shaft, rubbed his glans on her slick opening, and with a lunge, buried himself to the hilt.
All at once, soft flesh gripped him, so much tighter and richer than any other woman so deep, so luscious, even without moving, the pleasure was overpowering.
"Move," Mother urged, shyly. She knew her body was special, knew Qi was stunned.
He snapped to, grabbed her big, soft breasts, kneading and sucking the stiffening nipples, hips driving hard, penis plunging into her layered, squeezing depths.
"Mmm… ah!" Mother moaned, arms tight around him, fingers in his back now Qi understood what true "ecstasy" was: pain and pleasure intertwined.
He rocked into her, lost in rhythm; she arched back, matching his pace.
He felt her inner walls squeeze and relax in waves, each wave sucking on his head, milking his shaft so intense, so erotic, he wanted to push his entire body inside her.
He forgot everything, only wanting to go deeper, deeper.
Under his fierce pounding, her body quaked, bucking wildly, and at last she nearly screamed, lost in sensation.
"Ah… bad boy… you are bad… my baby… you bully me… hurt me… you're raping your own mother… you're fucking your own mother… ahh… so good…"
Her thighs locked around his waist; her wild undulations had no pattern, only urgent need. Her vagina's folds tightened, gripping him, then used her whole body to milk him her hands scratching wildly at his back.
He had just come with Aunt hours ago, so he managed to last.
He endured until her spasms, her heat flooding him, and then, chest to chest, he crammed himself as deep as possible, muscles taut, pounding, filling his mother's dripping, flexing womb with ropes of semen the pure sperm of her own son flooding her tight twisting channel.
Mother and son held each other tightly, feeling the slow soften from climax to calm. His fading erection slipped free. He looked down her puffy, gaping lips trickled with his creamy seed. He smiled, satisfied until he saw tears on Mother's face.
Qi froze: when he lost his virginity with Aunt, she cried. In the funeral home with Sister, she cried. And now with Mother, again, she cried.
He felt self-loathing: why did every woman he fucked break down?
Mother cradled his head and kissed him.
She panted, voice husky: "Baby, this is a secret don't tell anyone. When Mom really comes, she cries. You know? It's been years since she really felt like crying."
Hearing this, Qi was filled with a strange, triumphant joy. He took her earlobe in his teeth and whispered, "Mom… you're so sweet. I love you so much."
She fluttered her lashes at him. "Who's sweeter Mom or Mom's pussy? Oh, baby, you shot so much inside me… It's still dribbling out, running down my butt, wetting the sheets…"
Qi, on top of her, played with her breasts and suddenly asked, worried, "Mom… are you going to be okay?"
She looked at him softly. "Mom… has been taking long-term birth control one pill a month. Those pills boost desire, so Mom couldn't resist going out for men."
Seeing Qi's face change, she quickly added, "So after I promised you I wouldn't go out, I stopped. I've been clean. If… if I get pregnant, it'll be your doing. Son, if Mom really gets big with your baby, do you want Mom to have your brother or sister?"
Her filthy words electrified him. His cock, already spent, surged back to life. He was still draped over her, still in position just a thrust and he was buried again, sliding easily into her semen-filled passage.
"Mm?" Mother, feeling him back inside, looked at him in surprise then her blush glowed as she understood. "Bad boy… the thought of getting Mom pregnant, making her have a baby for you, gets you hard instantly… little pervert, shame on you… ahh…"
He pounded into her, crazed, her passage still slick, her walls layered, hugging him, making him groan aloud: "Mom… I want you to have my baby… Mom… Mom… I want you big with child!"
She held him tight, her pretty ass rippling, her practiced muscles squeezing, as she cooed filth back: "Mom will let you get her pregnant… Mom will have your son… Mom will have many sons for you… ahh… baby, your cock is making Mom's pussy feel so good…"
In the lamplight, he gazed at her beautiful, regal face the ladylike dignity, but underneath, a body of pure wantonness. She was so beautiful, so bewitching, that even with all his experience, he was utterly lost, unable to pull away.
"Mom… your pussy feels so good… I love fucking your pussy…" he gasped, between deep strokes, gazing at her gorgeous face.
She moaned back, "My pussy, my vagina all for my wicked son… only my bad boy can fuck me, shoot thick cum in me, get me pregnant, give me your baby… ah… son, my precious baby… my own flesh and blood…"
Having just come once, this time Qi lasted a long time. Mother climaxed repeatedly, finally collapsing, limp, teary-faced, and barely able to beg him to stop. Then, gripping her huge, quaking breasts, he loosed another flood inside her, now thoroughly fucked and dripping passage.
"Ah " As he finished, Mother, mustering her last strength, came again with him, sharing purest, deepest pleasure.
Deep in the night, after shooting inside her twice, Qi fell fast asleep.
Mother, naked, sat hugging her knees, a tissue wadded between her thighs, unable to stop semen trickling down her lush crease onto the sheets.
She picked up her phone, glanced at her sleeping son, then opened a file and hit "confirm delete."
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