[Author's Note]
Some readers might be surprised why I suddenly changed the POV from Third Person Limited to First Person... The reason is simple: I felt it was difficult to get into the character's world and always felt that the previous chapters weren't perfect when I wrote them. So yeah, I'll fix the previous chapters when I have time. For now, let's just enjoy the story.
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[Warning!!!]
This story is intended for readers aged 18 and above. It contains sensitive content, adult scenes, and explicit descriptions. All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.
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I was finally alone after Clara closed the bedroom door and her footsteps faded down the corridor.
My breathing was still a little uneven.
Beneath the thin blanket, my cock stood fully erect—hard, throbbing, and completely out of control.
It wasn't just a normal erection.
The sensation was far more intense, like thousands of tiny needles slowly crawling along my shaft, tickling, stinging, and burning from the inside.
Hot. Itchy. A strange pain mixed into one relentless pulse that wouldn't stop.
I tried to ignore it.
I took deep breaths, closed my eyes, and hoped the throbbing would fade on its own. One minute. Two minutes.
But the image of Clara's full breasts pressing against my face earlier came back so clearly.
The sweet scent of her body still lingering in the air. The wild, lust-filled wet kiss.
All of it hit me at once.
My cock pulsed hard. Harder. More painfully. I winced, jaw clenched, forehead furrowed deeply.
"Why does it hurt so much?" I muttered in my mind.
Back on Earth, a normal erection would come and go like a passing breeze—slightly uncomfortable, easy to ignore.
But this was different. Much stronger. Almost torturous.
I finally gave in.
With slightly trembling hands, I pulled the blanket down and slid my pants down to my thighs.
My cock immediately sprang free, standing proudly in the cool air of the room.
For a moment, I could only stare, eyes wide.
"Fuck…" I whispered softly, my voice half a whisper, half filled with undeniable excitement.
"How the hell is mine this big?"
It was nearly twenty-four centimeters long, thick and heavy with perfect proportions. Thick veins bulged clearly beneath the stretched skin, like ancient tree roots.
The head was swollen, glistening wet with clear precum that kept leaking out. Its color had turned a dark red from the heavy rush of blood.
Just looking at it already made my breathing ragged.
Between shock and confusion, a strange sense of pride slipped into my chest.
My hand was almost reaching out to touch it when—
Suddenly, the soft creak of wood came from the direction of the door.
My heart sank.
Without thinking, I quickly yanked the blanket up to my chest, covering my body as fast as I could.
My pants were still bunched around my thighs; I hadn't had time to pull them up.
My right hand was forced to press down on my still-hard cock beneath the thin fabric, trying to suppress its stubborn throbbing.
Only a few seconds passed.
The bedroom door opened slowly.
Clara entered carrying a tray with a bowl of warm food. A small smile still lingered on her lips.
My breath caught. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Nervous. Panicked. And for some reason—still incredibly, painfully aroused…
"I… I can eat by myself, Mom," I said quickly, my voice slightly hoarse as she approached the side of the bed.
Mom shook her head gently, her soft eyes looking at me with a tender expression.
"No need to trouble yourself. You're still weak after what happened earlier. Let Mom feed you."
She sat on the edge of the bed, placed the tray on her lap, picked up a small spoon, gently blew on the warm broth, and brought it toward my mouth.
Her movements were gentle and caring, but her closeness made the sweet scent of her body surge into my nose again.
Her full breasts swayed slightly as she leaned forward, only thinly covered by her tight dress.
I swallowed hard.
My cock throbbed fiercely under my palm, growing hotter and harder from the pressure of my fingers trying to hold it down.
I tried to keep my face neutral, but cold sweat started forming on my temples.
"Uh… really, Mom. I'm fine," I muttered again, trying to shift my body slightly backward.
But that movement only made the blanket slip a little at my chest, and the position of my hand pressing on my cock became even more obvious.
Mom smiled faintly, as if she didn't notice anything. She offered the spoon again.
"Open your mouth. Just one bite."
I had no choice but to open my mouth and accept the spoonful. The warm taste of the food spread across my tongue, but my mind was nowhere near there.
Every time Mom leaned forward, her chest got even closer.
Every time she blew on the broth, her pink lips looked so tempting.
My cock rebelled more and more under my hand, wanting to rise fully until I had to press it down harder with my palm.
Several spoonfuls passed in awkward silence. I tried to focus on the food, but the cock at the base of my thighs grew increasingly uncontrollable.
Suddenly, Mom stopped.
Her eyes slowly drifted down to the blanket, right toward my hand that was visibly gripping something beneath the thin fabric.
Her eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity.
"Leon… why is your hand inside the blanket like that?"
Her voice was soft, but there was a curious tone that made my stomach drop.
I froze. Words stuck in my throat.
Before I could answer or make up any excuse, Mom gently placed the tray on the bedside table.
Her hand reached out and touched the edge of the blanket.
"What are you hiding…?"
With a movement too quick for me to stop, she pulled the blanket down just a few inches.
My fully hardened cock was immediately exposed right in front of her eyes—still being held down by my hand.
Its swollen head glistened wetly, thick veins bulging, and its noticeable length stood rigid even while being pressed down hard.
Mom fell silent for a moment.
Her eyes widened, pupils clearly dilating. Her cheeks flushed a deep red—not from embarrassment, but from something much hotter. Her breathing became slightly ragged for a second. The corner of her lips slowly lifted into a soft yet desire-filled smile — the same smile I remembered from the kiss earlier.
"So… this is what you've been holding back all this time," she murmured softly. Her voice trembled lightly, but it sounded wetter, warmer, and deeper. There was an unmistakable excitement in it. "Oh my God… Leon, you've gotten this big now. So hard… so magnificent."
She wasn't angry. Not at all. Instead, her eyes gazed at the throbbing shaft with clear hunger, as if she were looking at something she had desperately missed.
I felt my face burning hot. Caught. Completely caught.
But what confused me even more… Mom actually leaned her face a little closer, and the sweet scent of her body grew stronger. Her fingers still held the edge of the blanket, as if ready to pull it lower at any moment.
"No need to hide it from Mom, sweetheart," she whispered gently, her voice overflowing with an intimacy that felt far too affectionate.
"Mom is so happy to see you like this again… after such a long time."
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