The room was pitch black, so dark I couldn't see my own hand in front of my face. The strong smell of alcohol hit me, and I could hear soft snoring coming from the bed.
Afraid of startling her and causing trouble, I didn't turn on the light. Relying on memory, I took off my pants while feeling my way over.
Driven by desire, my dick was already rock hard. I climbed onto the bed, lifted the blanket, and reached out my hand, touching a smooth, delicate, and shapely leg. I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.
Hey, this little girl isn't wearing any pajamas—she's completely naked, waiting for me.
I hastily slipped on the condom, my hands reaching for her waist as I pushed her panties aside. I pressed my erect cock forward, the head nudging against the tight, jade-like entrance. With a gentle push, I parted the tender opening and squeezed the entire head inside.
Lu Yiyi only let out a soft murmur, her body squirming slightly, but she didn't wake up.
Perhaps because of the alcohol, her honeyed passage felt different from usual—soft, plump, and tender to an almost excessive degree, like rich cream or smooth lard.
Though the passage was dry, lacking the usual slickness, with a little effort, the head of my cock slid deep inside, pressing against a soft, velvety mound.
I let out a long, relieved sigh, while the woman beneath me released a faint, dreamlike moan, delicate and alluring as a celestial melody.
But to my ears, it was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, shattering my mind in an instant.
That voice was all too familiar, but it clearly didn't belong to Lu Yiyi—it was… Mom's.
I froze as if turned to stone, kneeling stiffly on the bed, with Mom's beautiful legs spread apart and resting on my thighs.
My mind was a chaotic mess, as if I were sleepwalking, yet a sliver of hope still lingered. I pricked up my ears, listening intently to the sounds in the room.
At the same time, my cock pulsed within the soft, velvety depths of her flower-like passage. The sensation of being tightly enveloped from all sides, the folds and warmth of her inner walls pressing against me through the condom—it was an almost heavenly pleasure, even more intense than the first time I'd entered An Nuo's virgin passage without protection.
I gasped for breath, my heart pounding wildly. I didn't dare move or make a sound, terrified that the woman beneath me would wake up.
After what felt like an eternity, her honeyed passage seemed to adjust to the presence of my cock. Her short, pained gasps and moans gradually softened into long, gentle snores.
As my eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness of the room, I peered toward the head of the bed, where a delicate, beautiful face was turned to the side, half-hidden by disheveled hair.
It was unmistakable—this face couldn't possibly belong to Lu Yiyi. There were only three women in this house, and with Aunt Rong working the night shift, only one possibility remained.
Oh my god—!
I felt every hair on my body stand on end, covered in goosebumps, my calves trembling as if cramping. I… I had just slept with my own mother.
At that moment, my mind went completely blank, utterly unsure of what to do. It took me a long, long time before I finally remembered to pull my cock out of Mom's beautiful passage.
I took a deep breath to calm myself, trying to think rationally.
If I could pull out without waking Mom, then tonight's incident would remain a secret between heaven, earth, and myself—as if it had never happened.
With that thought, I took two deep breaths, shifted my hips back, and slowly began to withdraw.
Though the tender flesh of her passage was soft as cream, the lack of natural lubrication made it cling tightly to my cock, pulling back with it. At the same time, Mom's legs trembled violently, and she let out a short, pained moan from her throat.
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest in fright, and I immediately froze. The tender flesh inside her passage gently contracted around my cock, and after a moment, a thin, sticky trickle of honey-like fluid began to seep out.
Fortunately, Mom was heavily intoxicated, and despite all my fumbling, her breathing remained soft and steady.
After a moment of hesitation, I gently withdrew my cock once more. Thanks to the lubrication from her juices, it was much easier this time. Inch by inch, I pulled back, and with every slight retreat, the tender walls of her pussy convulsed in rhythmic spasms. The mix of tension and thrill sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, making every pore in my body tingle. Only when the tip of my cock finally slipped out of her beautiful entrance did I let out a long, relieved sigh.
The panties snapped back into place, covering the plump, tender, and pale mound.
If I were to gently lower Mom's beautiful legs, cover her with the sheet, and quietly leave the room, then the fact that my cock had entered Mom's pussy could be treated as if it had never happened.
Perfect~!
But, while I was extremely nervous, my desire also reached an unprecedented peak. My hard cock felt like it was about to explode, throbbing and almost tearing through the condom.
I remained kneeling on the bed, my mind recalling the scene from that night when Mom was drunk and I secretly saw her naked.
I knew that Mom and I were impossible, so I buried this desire deep in my heart. But the fair, tender, and hairless pussy was etched into my mind, never fading away.
Tonight, by some twist of fate, I had thrust my cock into Mom's hairless pussy. It wasn't my intention, but it had truly happened. Perhaps this was a chance given to me by fate?
I knew exactly why I was thinking these things—to find a reason for myself, to justify thrusting my cock back into Mom's honeyed pussy.
It was incredibly tempting, but it was wrong. It was incest, an act of extreme rebellion.
But that day, I had secretly seen Mom's hairless pussy, and she never found out afterward.
Besides, she was heavily drunk now, sleeping deeply. Even when I inserted and withdrew my cock earlier, she hadn't woken up.
What's more, I was wearing a condom. I was only using my cock to insert the condom; I wasn't directly thrusting my cock into Mom's pussy. I wasn't fucking Mom's beautiful pussy—this wasn't incest.
This reasoning was absurd, but I desperately tried to hypnotize myself, desperately trying to convince myself, because I truly couldn't hold back anymore. My body felt scorching hot, as if it were about to explode.
Just once... just insert it once... gently, just once. Just insert it once and pull it out immediately.
After all, it had already gone in earlier. Inserting it once more wouldn't matter.
As if bewitched by a demon, I uncontrollably reached out my trembling fingers, hooked Mom's panties aside, shifted my hips forward, and pressed against her.
Mom's pussy was as smooth and fair as a young girl's, with the slit slightly recessed. As soon as the tip of my cock touched it, I felt a suction, as if a small mouth was sucking it in.
The pleasure made my entire body go limp, and my scalp tingled.
The physical pleasure, the thrilling tension from sneaking around, and the guilt from the incest all chaotically intertwined. The excitement made my entire body tremble uncontrollably.
After pausing for a moment, I gently pushed forward. The tip of my cock parted the creamy flesh of her pussy and pressed against that soft, tender mound—likely the entrance to Mom's womb.
Eighteen years ago, I was born from here. Eighteen years later, I had returned.
I buried my cock deep inside her pussy, like a baby returning to the womb. Psychologically, it created an illusion of peace and tranquility. Yet, through the condom, my cock could still feel the intense, furnace-like heat of her beautiful pussy and the tight, pleasurable sensation of being enveloped by her lubricated, exquisite flesh.
After calming down for a while, I noticed my mother was sleeping soundly on her side, her breathing steady and deep, with no signs of waking. I lifted my hips and pulled back, withdrawing the tip of my penis to the entrance of her opening.
My heart was filled with immense reluctance, thinking, just one more time, just one more little push.
The tip of my penis once again parted the tender flesh at the entrance, gently prodding, and my shaft filled her flower-like chamber once more.
The reason it went in so easily wasn't because my mother's inner flesh was loose, but because it was incredibly tender. With a bit of lubrication from her sweet juices and a slight push, it could reach the deepest part.
This kind of smooth, pleasurable sensation, only experienced with a mature woman, was incomparable to the likes of Lu Yiyi and An Nuo, those inexperienced young girls.
It was simply too beautiful~!
In the dim light filtering through the window, I could faintly see in the darkness that my mother's exposed skin was a creamy, almost blinding white, smooth and delicate in texture. Half of her face was hidden by her hair, her eyes tightly closed, cheeks flushed, and her sensual red lips slightly parted, occasionally letting out short, soft moans. Her smooth, fair mound, bare and tender, appeared even fuller due to the insertion of my shaft. The entrance was slightly sunken, sticky and slick, utterly mesmerizing.
I felt my entire body go weak, burning with a dry heat. Taking a deep breath, I thought, since I've already been inside several times, why not… why not just do it once? Just… once.
As if under a spell, I lifted my hips and pulled back, positioning the large tip of my penis at the entrance of her tender, moist opening. I shifted my body slightly to find a comfortable angle, arched my back, and thrust forward with a soft "squelch." My shaft sank deep into the creamy, soft flesh once more. The folds inside her plump mound gently caressed the length of my shaft, tender, wet, and incredibly pleasurable.
I thrust my hips, my body trembling, breathing heavily, feeling as if I were about to ascend to heaven. After calming my excitement, I began thrusting vigorously.
In just a few quick strokes, my mother's smooth, plump mound was already overflowing with sweet juices, each thrust accompanied by lewd, wet sounds.
I didn't dare go too far, using only the gentlest force as I moved slowly. Even so, with each thrust, I could feel the soft, tender mound rebound against me.
It felt too good. Since things had already come this far, why not… why not just do it once? After all, this would likely be the only chance, and there might never be another opportunity like this again.
Besides, I was wearing a condom, so nothing would get inside. It wouldn't count as incest.
At this thought, a strange excitement surged through me. Holding onto my mother's beautiful legs resting on my thighs, I began thrusting with a light, quick rhythm.
"Mmm… ah… ah…"
With each gentle thrust, my mother let out short, clear moans. The flesh of her chest, restrained by her bra, couldn't sway freely. I wanted to undo the clasp but feared complicating things. It was a shame not to see the mesmerizing sway of her pale, full breasts.
After thrusting for a while, I grew unsatisfied. Seeing my mother's lips slightly parted, her expression seductive, a sudden greed took hold of me. I lifted her smooth, round legs onto my shoulders, withdrew my shaft almost completely, then gently re-entered, maintaining this position as I thrust lightly and quickly a dozen times.
Just as I closed my eyes, thrusting while caressing the delicate legs resting on my shoulders, my mother suddenly turned her head to the side. Her hair fell messily over her face, her right hand gripping the pillow tightly, her brows furrowed. From her throat came a long, ambiguous moan, somewhere between pleasure and pain.
My soul nearly leaped out of my body in fright. I immediately stopped thrusting, wrapped my arms around my mother's beautiful legs, widened my eyes, and watched the changes on her face with trembling intensity.
"Mmm…"
Mother twisted her body slightly and murmured indistinctly, "Husband… water…"
I felt as if struck by lightning, frozen in place, too terrified to utter a word.
Mother continued to writhe on the bed, letting out soft, incoherent moans. After a long while, she suddenly whispered, "Husband… husband… more."
It seemed she was still not fully conscious, lost in her drunken state. I couldn't tell whether she was dreaming or mistaking me for my father.
"Mmm… it's uncomfortable… ah… husband… uncomfortable…"
I watched as her beautiful eyes remained tightly shut, her brows furrowed, her face flushed with a vivid redness. Her sensual lips parted slightly, alternating between soft gasps and gentle bites on her lower lip. Her expression, one of unbearable pleasure and ecstasy, was utterly intoxicating.
I stared intently at her, tentatively moving my hips to complete a gentle thrust. In response, she arched her slender neck, closed her eyes, bit her red lips, and let out a long, blissful moan.
Encouraged by this sight, my courage grew. I lifted her beautiful legs from my shoulders, leaned forward, and pressed my body against hers, beginning to rock gently, one movement at a time.
"Mmm… mmm… ah…"
With each motion, she released a sweet, sobbing-like moan.
After a while, Mother unexpectedly spread her legs apart, bending them upward and suspending them in mid-air. They swayed rhythmically with the thrusts of the shaft inside her.
"Mmm… ah… oh… husband… husband… mmm…"
Her delicate moans grew more frequent, and my boldness surged. I straightened my back, placed my hands on the inner sides of her fair, jade-like thighs, and spread them apart. All the while, my shaft continued its relentless thrusts into her tender, smooth entrance.
Thanks to her regular practice of dance and yoga, her body was incredibly flexible. As I spread her legs apart, she cooperated effortlessly, stretching them straight into a perfect split.
At this point, I could no longer restrain myself. Holding her thighs firmly, I began thrusting rapidly, causing her delicate entrance to swell and contract with each movement, sending droplets of nectar flying.
"Mmm… mmm… oh… mmm…"
Her moans, soft and melodious like a celestial melody, filled the air. Her eyes remained closed, and her small hands pressed weakly against my chest, pushing back with little strength.
As if possessed, I lost all sense of my surroundings, thrusting fiercely and repeatedly. Each time I plunged into her tender depths, the tip of my shaft collided with the delicate walls of her womb, as if intent on shattering her very core.
"No more… no more… mmm… husband… ah… husband, stop… it's too much… husband… mmm… ah… ah…"
As my thrusts grew faster and more intense, her moans became increasingly urgent. Finally, her brows furrowed tightly, and she bit her lower lip, falling silent. In place of her moans came short, rapid breaths. Her disheveled hair cascaded across her enchanting face, her sensual and alluring expression igniting a primal, beast-like desire within me. Holding her slender, fair legs in a perfect split, I drove my shaft deep into her tender entrance with relentless force, our bodies colliding with sharp, rhythmic slaps.
"Oh… ah~!"
After a muffled groan, my mother let out a long, sorrowful cry that seemed to tear from her throat. Her delicate body trembled violently, her inner walls convulsing and tightening around my shaft as her juices gushed forth, splattering in all directions.
Unable to hold back any longer, I thrust deep, the tip of my condom-covered cock pressing firmly against the tender core of her flower. With a final surge, my seed erupted in a hot, pulsing release.
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