Chapter 17
I stripped off each piece of clothing, three or five times, like peeling off the shell of a good boy. My penis, a hot mass of flesh, throbbing with hardness, growled in demand. The bathroom door swung open, not with my hands, but with a more primal force, a hunger that had been pent up for too long. I rushed in, naked, like a wild animal just released from its cage, my eyes bloodshot, seeing only my prey bathing in the hazy steam.
My mother, Ngoc My, was standing under the shower, the warm water caressing every smooth curve. She was startled, her hands that were soaping her full breasts stopped in mid-air. Her whole body seemed to have turned to stone, her eyes wide open, staring at me, sliding down from her face full of astonishment, stopping at the mass of flesh standing proudly between my legs. A look that was both fearful and hypnotized, and I read in it, a hint of challenge, or a silent invitation?
I didn’t give her time to react. The bathroom door slammed shut, the dry “bang” drowning out all other sounds, trapping us in a world of steam, running water, and heavy breathing. Two steps, three steps, I was right under the shower, my arms tightly wrapped around my mother’s smooth bare back. Her waist was incredibly slim, fitting perfectly in my arms, soft and hot. My mouth found hers, a rough, violent kiss, as if wanting to swallow everything.
Mother let out a cry, a small sound, stuck in her throat. She instinctively turned her face away, avoiding me. My lips slid from her red lips, leaving an imprint on her wet cheek. Her naked, plump body struggled violently in my arms, like a fish out of water, but that struggle, in my madness, was all the more stimulating.
“Huy, what are you doing? Are you crazy!” Mom’s voice was lost in panic, but her breathing was strangely rapid. She tried to push me away, her soft hands placed on my chest, but without any force. We were completely naked, our skin stuck together, the warm water from the shower flowing through the gap between our bodies, forming a slippery membrane, both hot and soft. I hugged her, feeling like hugging a water balloon, soft and slippery, making me have to hold on tighter, afraid she would slip out of my hands. I wished every piece of skin on my body could melt into her, become a single block, no longer the boundary between mother and child , only the fusion of sensuality.
“Huy! What’s wrong with you! I’m your mother! I’m your mother! Don’t…!” Mom’s voice trembled, her familiar words trying to pull me back to reality, but they were just like the wind passing by my ears. The seductive mother I’d dreamed of day and night, I’d witnessed being defiled by other men, was now lying in my arms, naked and soft. How could I let go? I ignored her weak protests, buried my face in the hollow of my mother’s neck, passionately kissing her soft, wet skin. My tongue was slippery, licking back and forth on her white neck, leaving lewd water marks, dazzling under the bathroom light, like a snake wriggling its way.
My two hands, one still tightly gripped my mother’s waist, not giving her any space to escape, the other slid along her soft bare back, down behind her, grasping her round, curvaceous buttocks, making my soul fly away.
Touching it, I realized that my mother’s plump, soft, round buttocks were not flesh, but a giant block of jelly, shaking with each of her rapid breaths. A secret invitation, without the need for words.
In the palm of my hand is endless softness, feeling the amazing elasticity. My two hands freely massage, ten fingers sink deep into every muscle of mother’s buttocks, as if I were molding a living clay.
I recall the past days, this plump ass of my mother, wrapped in all kinds of tight pants, swaying lewdly, had been touched and fondled by countless other men. Now, it was completely in my hands, on it still glistening with transparent drops of water. I spread out my five fingers, freely kneading, each time I clenched, my fingers would sink deep into the slippery ass flesh, the two sides of the ass were super elastic like jelly, playing with it was so enjoyable, so good that I wanted to reach heaven! I pounced on it, like a hungry beast.
“Slap!” A dry sound rang out. Mom was held tightly by me, still trying to raise her hand to slap me. Because of the position, the slap was not strong, but I still felt my face burning. I raised my head, looking into Mom’s angry eyes, but in them, I saw a trace of panic, a bit of helplessness. I remembered her lewd actions a few days ago, a crazy jealousy flared up, completely ignoring her. On the contrary, I held her even tighter, like a beast growling to protect its prey.
“Huy! Do you know what you’re doing…! This is a great disloyalty! I’m your mother!… Calm down!” Mom still tried to push me away, her voice trembling, but the slap just now didn’t wake me up, it only made her more panicked. The two of us were naked, wrapped tightly around each other in the bathroom, my whole body pressed against Mom’s soft, slippery skin, rubbing everywhere. My chest pressed tightly against her naked, full chest, feeling every chaotic beat of her heart.
My two hands kept massaging and caressing my mother’s plump buttocks, my ten fingers sinking deep into her buttocks. My mother restlessly twisted her waist and her alluring buttocks, but in my eyes, that twisting was even more lewd, like a seductive, inviting dance.
I bowed my head, looking at the beautiful mother’s pair of white, round, plump breasts shaking against my chest. Those pair of white, big, round, plump breasts were proud and soft, towering, forming a perfect bell shape, rubbing against my chest, each rubbing was a time to burn my mind.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. I immediately buried my face in my mother’s seductive cleavage, inhaling the scent of her skin, the scent of soap, the scent of her desire. My two hands, one on each side, grabbed her large, young breasts, massaging them back and forth. Those white breasts, following my mother’s rapid breathing, rose and fell, creating continuous waves of breasts, like two erupting volcanoes, waiting to explode.
It feels slippery like it’s been lubricated, extremely comfortable to the touch, making me not want to let go.
“Mm… Son!… Don’t!” Mom was held tightly by me, unable to escape. She had masturbated a while ago, so she was actually still in heat, her body was limp, easily attacked by me. A slight instinctive reaction arose, like a startled bird, but not enough strength to fly away.
I bent down, took a fresh, rosy nipple into my mouth, and began to greedily suck on the plump breast. The tip of my tongue was slippery, gently rotating around the erect nipple, sometimes massaging clockwise, sometimes pressing in the middle, massaging back and forth, making lewd “murmurs”, like a beast sucking its mother’s milk, but it was a different kind of milk, sweeter and more forbidden.
My hands coordinated with my mouth, massaging and enjoying my mother’s large, rare breasts. They were soft and elastic, as if they were made to fit in my hands.
Mother’s body trembled, she bit her lips tightly, her cheeks gradually turned red, a foolish red. Her ivory hand, instead of pushing me away, gently pressed my head, as if in tacit approval. Her small mouth was slightly open, her nose let out a short and shy sigh, a sound that was both weak and inviting.
I knew my mother was a little aroused. I released my wet nipples and kneaded her white breasts to my heart’s content. Her large breasts were plump, soft, and extremely elastic. They felt as smooth as silk, and were incredibly comfortable to the touch, as if they were melting under my fingertips.
I couldn’t help but increase my strength, my five fingers sank deep into the breast flesh, between my fingers soft breast flesh overflowed, freely massaging my mother’s breast flesh into all kinds of lewd shapes, as if I was shaping my own work of art.
I raised my head, looking at my mother’s face, slightly flushed and angry, but her eyes were shining with a different light, a light of burning desire. I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire: “Mom, I love you so much, I really love you so much, can I love you!” My mother opened her mouth slightly, a little angry as if she wanted to say something, but before the words could come out, I saw her plump, red lips open and close seductively. Not having time to pay attention to what she said, I kissed her hard, a fateful kiss, a declaration of sovereignty.
This time, Mom didn’t have time to avoid it, or maybe she couldn’t avoid it. Her charming lips were tightly kissed by me. I only felt that Mom’s lips were moist, plump and elastic, her breath carried a sweet, intoxicating fragrance, like a drug. I sucked Mom’s red lips with force, then used the tip of my tongue to pry open her charming lips, forcefully inserted my tongue into Mom’s fragrant mouth, which was full of warmth, moderate humidity and saliva, like a snake wriggling, exploring a mysterious cave.
My tongue entered my mother’s sweet, gentle mouth, turning back and forth, left and right, licking everywhere, sometimes my tongue entwined with her wet tongue, a dance of two tongues, both vulgar and erotic.
Mother’s soft, smooth clove tongue enthusiastically wrapped around mine. I held Mother’s soft, smooth, and fresh clove tongue in my mouth, sucking it hungrily, swallowing the saliva in Mother’s red lips as if drinking honey, lips to lips sucking the saliva in Mother’s mouth, swallowing large mouthfuls into my stomach. The two of us kissed passionately, unable to say a word, only the lewd “slurp slurp” sounds echoed in the bathroom.
The two people’s breathing became more and more rapid, blending together, creating a symphony of desire.
A once in a lifetime opportunity to be intimate with my mother. While kissing, my two hands were naturally not idle. One hand reached out to grab my mother’s plump buttocks and kneaded them at will, soft, smooth lumps of flesh spilling out from between my open fingers, like playing with dough, constantly kneading them into various lewd shapes. At the same time, that hand slid up and down, caressing her plump thighs haphazardly, teasing my mother’s sensitive inner thighs, where sweet secrets were hidden.
The other hand was still caressing the large, soft, balloon-like breasts, kneading them as he pleased.
At this time, the bath water continued to pour down on the two of us, like a tropical rain shower. Mom closed her beautiful eyes tightly, kissing me passionately, without any resistance. My lower body was still erect, a hot mass of flesh, it seemed that it had basically recovered. I was overjoyed, thinking that as long as I could conquer Mom in this bathroom, for countless days and nights to come, Mom and I would become incestuous lovers ! A devilish promise, but deadly sweet.
Just thinking about this plump body that will freely mate with me day and night, I became extremely excited, pressing my mother’s beautiful butt against me, like that my erect lower body would continuously rub against the intimate triangle formed between her vulva and the base of her thighs, colliding with her thick pubic hair, creating a kind of electric friction.
Mom felt the heat, the constant rubbing on her lower body, an electric current running down her spine. Startled, she suddenly let go of the seductive lips that were kissing me, a lewd, transparent thread, connecting our lips, stretched and then broke, like an oath that had just been spoken and was torn apart. She started to push me away again, her voice filled with panic, but strangely weak: “Huy, what are you doing? Enough! Let me go, I am your mother, you can’t do this, you’re crazy!”
“Mom, I really can’t take it anymore,” I whispered, my voice hoarse, “I saw you being teased like that by those guys a few days ago. You really want a man too, right? Look at how I’ve almost recovered. Mom, I’m a man too!” My plea, both sincere and sick, was like a confession.
“Huy, we are mother and son ! We can’t! That place of yours… I’m very happy that you’ve recovered, but… but let me go and talk!” Mom seemed to be sobbing a little, her voice choked. Even though she struggled violently in my arms, because of the bathwater, that struggle was like a forbidden dance, increasing the physical contact, making us stick together even more.
I didn’t want to tease anymore. My two hands massaged my mother’s beautiful buttocks, separated her plump buttocks, from behind her buttocks, inserted my fingers into the vagina between her legs in front. I don’t know if it was the bath water, or the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother, but at this moment the fleshy part between her buttocks and the base of her thighs was wet and slippery. Without any resistance, I inserted my fingers from the back of her buttocks into the front vagina, felt the plump and slippery flesh slit, and began to ferociously poke around, like a beast pouncing on its prey, without any restraint.
“Ah! Don’t…!” My pussy was touched by my touch, and my mother let out a bewitching moan, a sound that was both painful and pleasurable. Her beautiful, plump, sexy legs immediately clamped tightly around my evil hand, as if wanting to hold it tightly, not letting it go. That place was wet and sticky, mostly the vaginal fluid secreted by my mother, a sweet nectar was flowing. I used my big hand to press on my mother’s honey-covered labia, stirring for a while, hooking and playing with the big, plump and juicy labia. The wet, sticky vaginal fluid was flowing out from her vagina, flowing to my fingertips. I inserted it and hooked and played with the beautiful, warm, wet hole, this feeling was wonderful! A secret invitation, impossible to refuse.
“Ah… um um… ah… don’t…” Mom was touched by me until her excitement exploded, she couldn’t help but moan coquettishly, her face flushed, her willow-like eyebrows slightly furrowed, her fragrant lips slightly parted, like a blooming flower bud. Her fleshy butt swayed to both sides lewdly following my fingers, her snow-white breasts vibrated violently, her eyes tightly closed seductively, her red lips let out sweet moans, a coquettish and seductive look that couldn’t be told whether it was pain or pleasure. Although she was still pushing me away, it was clearly an embarrassed look of wanting to refuse but also wanting to, like a blooming flower, inviting bees and butterflies.
I rubbed my mother’s soft, plump pussy with all my might, feeling every muscle contract. After a while, my finger slipped into her wet pussy, stirring and rotating, trying to tease it to the very end. My other hand reached forward, finding my mother’s sensitive clitoris, using two fingers to clamp it tightly, pinching and rubbing it back and forth, as if playing with a precious gem.
Then, I completely covered her labia, quickly massaging her labia majora, clitoris, fleshy hole, not missing an inch, teasing her thoroughly, carefully massaging the beautiful mother’s sensitive genitals. Mother was touched by me until she moaned softly, her soft, boneless arms, instead of pushing me away, wrapped around my neck, like a tightening rope.
“Huy… no… that place is not allowed… um ah…” Mom’s voice was broken, her words of protest were weak, but full of invitation. I looked at Mom’s seductive and passionate expression, while groping her lower body, my body tightly pressed against her seductive, plump body. Tonight was truly a wonderful opportunity! An invitation from the devil, that I could not refuse.
I told myself, after being teased for several days, my mother had tasted the excitement of adultery , and was now in a state of extreme desire. As long as I satisfied my mother tonight, I would be the upright male master of this family in the future. At least while my father was away on a business trip, my mother definitely wouldn’t be able to refuse me. As soon as I thought about my mother’s plump body about to indulge in lust with me on the big bed in her bedroom day and night, my whole body trembled, unable to suppress my burning desire any longer, like a growling beast, waiting to tear its prey apart.
I let go of my hand that was massaging her lower body. Mom saw me stop and opened her eyes slightly. Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair was wet from the bath water, sticking to her face. Realizing that I was staring at her, she quickly looked away, not daring to look at me, like a shy teenage girl.
I knew she was no longer rejecting me. The teasing was almost enough. As long as we had physical contact, everything would flow smoothly from now on, like a river flowing downstream.
My eyes suddenly turned red, and I didn’t know where to get the strength to forcefully separate my mother’s long, plump legs that were tightly clamping together. I used one hand to hug her plump, smooth legs, parted them, lifted her into the air, and then pushed her hard against the bathroom wall, with a dry “thud”. I pounced on her like a beast stalking its prey, without any mercy.
The cold bricks on the wall stimulated mother’s beautiful back, a shiver ran down her spine. She couldn’t help but tremble, a little more awake, her eyes opened wider, both embarrassed and resentful, her voice weak: “Huy… Huy… don’t be like this… we really can’t…” I didn’t give her a chance to speak at all, panting, my big mouth kissed her fragrant lips again, swallowing all the words of resistance. Her mouth let out a soft “mmm” moan again, at the same time her two hands kept punching my chest, weak punches, as if wanting to push me away, but I bit her lips tightly, not giving her a chance to speak, only panting and the sound of running water remained.
It seems that the strength of a male when courting a female is much stronger than usual. I maintained the kissing position, using all my strength to press my mother’s plump body against the wall, as if I wanted to squeeze her into the cold wall. My arm supported her smooth thigh, my hand supported the base of her thigh and her fleshy butt, then I leaned on the weight of the wall, letting her lean against the wall, which could help me share some of the strength when hugging her, an instinctive calculation.
Mom was picked up by me, immediately lost her balance, her two long beautiful legs were startled and naturally wrapped around my waist. My arms clamped down, her two long legs immediately hugged my waist tightly, forming a soft vise.
At this moment, my lower body could not help but press against my mother’s vagina, a hot collision. Mother naturally knew what I wanted to do, she also seemed to know that today she definitely could not avoid being violated by this wild son. She resigned herself to her fate, her jade arms wrapped around my neck, responding to my passionate kiss, as a silent acceptance, a sweet surrender.
I just held her against the bathroom wall, excitedly shouting, “Mom! I’m coming!”, then used all my strength to push my penis into her lower body. As soon as the tip of my cock touched her labia, it immediately felt very slippery, that place was now drenched, eagerly awaiting a man’s favor, like a blooming flower waiting for dew.
But as soon as I inserted the head of my cock into my mother’s pussy lips, for some reason, a cold electric current immediately ran through my lower body. I felt my penis immediately deflate very quickly, immediately becoming flaccid, like a fire that had just ignited and then died out, leaving only ashes and cold smoke.
I was so scared that I couldn’t believe this was happening. I tried my best to push my limp penis into my mother’s soft, wet vagina, but I couldn’t get an erection at all. I could only rub against the door, like a beggar standing outside the gates of heaven.
Mother naturally also discovered this situation. She separated her lips and tongue from me, her face still red, but her eyes slid down to my lower body, softly asking: “Huy… Huy… what’s wrong?” I completely did not believe this was true, still frantically pushing my lower body, even feeling like I had hurt my mother, but it was useless.
Mom seemed to want to cooperate with me at this moment, releasing her legs and tightly clamping my waist to respond to me, but obviously, a limp penis could not be used for sex no matter what, it was just a useless piece of meat.
I was extremely disappointed and let go of my mother. At this moment, my mother must have realized what was happening. Her beautiful, red face gradually turned slightly pale, like a wilting flower. We both realized that my impotence was not cured at all! A cruel curse, a death sentence for lust.
“A major arterial nerve has not recovered. If this does not recover, my condition will not improve much, and will even stop recovering.” Doctor Hoang’s words appeared in my mind, like a thunderclap, tearing all hope apart.
The two of us remained silent in the bathroom, the shower water still pouring over us, the awkwardness reaching its peak, thick in the air.
Shame, anger, regret, insecurity, all kinds of emotions started to surge inside me, like a storm that was sweeping through, destroying everything.
Why? Shouldn’t I be cured already? Why at this crucial moment? Damn it!!!!
There was silence for about two minutes, then my mother spoke indifferently, her voice cold, like a knife cutting into my heart: “Huy, go out.” She looked away, not looking at me anymore, as if I was something dirty. I just like a dog that lost its owner, dragged myself out of the bathroom, carrying with me humiliation and despair.