Chapter 33: I Helped My Mom Arrange the Bed (R18)

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"You arrived quite early. Come on in, we're ready to eat. You didn't face any difficulties, did you?"

In a village in rural H City, a group of people gathered in front of a house—two elderly individuals, two middle-aged adults, and a young boy of about ten years old.

The one speaking was an elderly grandfather, currently welcoming the three of us getting out of the car.

The three of us are my mom, dad, and me. Across from us stood five individuals: my grandparents, my second uncle and aunt, and my young cousin.

My grandparents were typical rural folks who had never left their hometown. It wasn't that they couldn't leave, but they were accustomed to living in the countryside and couldn't adapt to a different environment.

My second uncle and aunt ran a small shop in the village. They also hadn't traveled much since they had been taking care of my cousin, who had some intellectual disabilities from birth.

Speaking of my aunt, her name is Yang Wenxiu. She's also a typical mature woman, with ample bosom and curved buttocks. She had all the necessary features, and her facial features were somewhat attractive. However, after spending a long time in the countryside, she didn't pay much attention to her appearance, and her clothing was quite plain. She couldn't compare to my mom's inherent grace and elegance.

If my aunt were to dress up and put on makeup, she would definitely be a fatally seductive enchantress. However, I had no interest in her at the moment.

I'm only interested in one person right now.

That is my fairy-like mom standing beside me.

Mom was wearing the same outfit she wore for dinner yesterday. She had a coat that covered her whole body, revealing only a glimpse of her slender legs, indicating that she was wearing jeans. On her upper body, she wore a white T-shirt, as conservative as always.

However, her fair and exquisite face easily surpassed my aunt by a mile. Even if her figure couldn't be seen, this enchanting face alone could captivate anyone, regardless of whether they were paired with a chubby body. That's the charm of a breathtakingly beautiful countenance.

"No, the journey was smooth without any traffic jams." Dad chuckled and replied. After exchanging a few pleasantries, we all walked into the small courtyard together.

This courtyard belonged to my grandparents. It wasn't particularly rundown—two bedrooms, a living room, and a small partitioned area. Since we didn't come back often, it hadn't been renovated. My second uncle and aunt had their own yard, which was enough for them.

Entering the living room, a table full of food was already prepared. Dad, my second uncle, and grandpa sat together, getting ready to have a drink.

Initially, I wanted to sit next to mom, but I couldn't resist my second uncle's invitation, so I ended up sitting next to him and prepared to have a drink. Moreover, this time we had a large round table, and any slight movements could easily be noticed. Instead of being on edge and gaining nothing, I'd rather enjoy myself by having a few sips.

As for mom, I had plenty of time to indulge in her.

So for now, I put aside thoughts of mom and focused on drinking.

People in our hometown enjoy drinking and playing cards. Drinking alone would take at least two to three hours.

When we had drunk quite a bit, estimated to be around half a litre of alcohol, I suddenly realized that mom was no longer there.

(A/N: Is that a lot? I never drank)

I casually asked grandma, "Where's my mom?"

Grandma replied, "Your mom went to arrange the bed. Your aunt took your cousin home."

I checked the time and realized it was almost nine o'clock. I had finished eating myself, and with mom alone in the room, I couldn't resist any longer. I immediately said, "I'll help my mom arrange the bed."

If mom had heard that sentence, she would have tried to find a way to avoid it. Unfortunately, to others, it sounded like filial piety.

Amidst the praises from the elders, I made my way to my parents' bedroom.

I gently closed the door and saw mom arranging the bed at first glance.

By now, mom had taken off her coat, revealing her perfect figure beneath the T-shirt and jeans.

For me, my mom at this moment was too tempting, especially since I had just tasted the forbidden fruit. I couldn't hold back anymore when I saw her back, and my cock instantly grew hard.

Without delay, I locked the door and walked up behind mom, embracing her soft body.

"Ah..."

Startled, mom instinctively let out a cry.

I quickly covered her sensual lips and whispered softly in her ear, "Shh... Mom, keep your voice down."

Once she heard my voice, mom relaxed a bit.

However, our current position was too ambiguous. Mom's mature body was completely enveloped in my embrace, my strong arms holding her tightly. And due to my long legs, her shapely buttocks were pressed against my erect cock.

My one hand covered mom's mouth, while the other gripped her ample bosom and fondled it.

Feeling the warm breath by her ear, mom couldn't control the rise in her body temperature. Her lower region instantly became moist, a reaction she couldn't believe was aroused so effortlessly.

In fact, it wasn't just me who had tasted the forbidden fruit. Mom, being in her prime, was like a hungry tigress. Before, dad would barely touch her a few times a year, but after the wild encounters we had recently, mom's body was developing in a way she never could have imagined.

Mom made a symbolic struggle, patting my hand, signalling me to let go.

"Don't be foolish, your dad is still outside," mom pleaded, holding onto my hand, trying to stop me from further actions.

But the soft and fragrant body in my arms made it impossible for me to resist. Although I had just satisfied myself using mom's body all day yesterday, the long travel time had caused my desire to reach its peak.

While forcefully slipping both hands into mom's t-shirt, I said, "It's fine, Mom, I locked the door."

Mom's strength was so weak; grabbing onto my arm, she couldn't offer any resistance. I effortlessly slipped my hands inside, breaking through her bra, and fondled her soft and warm ample breasts.

My lower body wasn't idle either, as my swollen flesh rod forcefully penetrated the space between her thighs.

"Mmm... Don't... Listen to me..."

The soft and squirming sensation of the beautiful breasts, along with the feeling of my cock being clamped by her thighs, made it impossible for me to resist. Even at this level, I felt an extraordinary satisfaction.

My mother's legs were straight and slender, a few centimetres shorter than me in height, but her legs were just as long as mine. Her slender figure left a gap of about two centimetres at the base of her thighs, perfectly accommodating my large cock. It provided a sensation just as pleasurable as a tight honey hole.

"Mom, I can't hold it anymore. Help me."

I increased the speed of my thrusts. Although it wasn't actual lovemaking, my mother's beautiful breasts were also sensitive. Under my kneading, her body turned weak, and her love juices instantly soaked through her panties.

"No... ah... you're crazy... mmm... mmm..."

My mother tried to stop me, but my almost frenzied movements rendered her powerless to resist.

The alluring charm of a mature woman, the feel of her ample breasts, and the squeezing sensation of her legs tightly pressed together continually stimulated the growing fire within me. I relentlessly pounded my mother's firm buttocks, and even though we were both still clothed, it didn't diminish the physical pleasure in the slightest.

"Mom, kiss me."

I whispered into my mother's ear, lightly panting. As I looked at her profile, she appeared breathtakingly beautiful, flawless and fair-skinned, with a subtle rosy blush on her cheeks. It was evident that my mother couldn't restrain her own physical pleasure.

"Mmm... no... ah... don't..."

Her buttocks were sore from the impact of powerful thrusts, but what terrified my mother was that she didn't despise this sensation. On the contrary, her body's response proved that the rougher the action, the more it excited her. Moreover, electric currents kept surging through her tender bosom, leaving her completely unable to control her body. Her lewd juices overflowed incessantly, causing her to involuntarily clamp her legs together, making me even more comfortable.

I withdrew one hand to grip my mother's chin and forcefully turned her head, then sealed her gasping red lips with mine.

"Mmm... mmm... oh... mmm... mmm..."

At this moment, one of my hands ravaged my mother's beautiful breasts, while the other controlled her chin. Instinctively, she tried to resist. Reason told her to fight back, but her feeble hands had no strength. Aside from clutching my arm, she couldn't make any movements of resistance.

This blend of surrender and reluctance was my favourite. I couldn't wait to taste my mother's tender tongue, forcefully assaulting her tightly closed teeth.

My mother still made symbolic resistance, but as I lightly squeezed her chin, she instantly gave up. Her pearly teeth parted slightly, exposing her delicate, fragrant tongue, which was then relentlessly teased by another rough and thick tongue.

"Slurp~ Slurp... gulp..."

My mother's mouth was like it had been sprayed with perfume, emitting a delightful fragrance. I wildly searched for it, sucking up all of my mother's nectar, not hesitating to swallow it down.

This kind of kiss gradually enchanted my mother, stirring something within her.

How much love does it take to have such a passionate kiss?

How much love does it take to not despise one's own saliva?

How much love does it take to hold so tightly, wishing to merge into one?

Mother doesn't know the answer, nor does she know if my actions are normal, but Dad has never made her feel this way.

From the beginning of being together, even at the freshest moments, he have never done this - no such intense kiss, no swallowing of their own saliva, and no such strong embrace. Is it that her husband does not love her enough, or is that her son's love for her was too overwhelming?

From this moment, a change begins in Mother's heart. The deep passionate love plants a seed within her, and once it grows, she will deeply love the person who planted this seed.

Her mind was in utter turmoil, causing Mother to completely lose control of her body. She becomes limp in my arms, feeling the growing desire. I release Mother's lips and push her down onto the bed.

"Oh... mmm..."

Mother hasn't regained her senses yet; she was completely under my control like a doll, lying on the bed and unconsciously emitting soft moans.

I quickly take off my pants and underwear, pouncing on her.

My cock penetrates between Mother's thighs, and I hold her legs tightly, pressing her beautiful legs together with even more force, allowing me to feel the tightness.

I press against Mother tightly, leaning in close to her lovely face. I kiss her while inhaling her unique scent.

"Mother, can we do it?" Actually, I don't know why I'm asking Mother. I could easily take charge, and she wouldn't refuse me. But an inner tremor makes me feel like a child yearning for maternal love.

"Mmm... no... now... hmm... not possible..." Mother didn't expect me to seek her opinion, and my gentle tone makes the newly planted seed grow a bit more.

However, Mother instinctively rejects my proposal. Her husband and family are just a door away, and she cannot make love with me. Moreover, the most important reason is that Mother cannot guarantee that she won't make too much noise. She has experienced the size of my thick cock more than once, and it's not something she can easily endure without moaning.

Actually, I didn't intend to do it with Mother at this moment. I just wanted to ejaculate as soon as possible, using any part of Mother.

I stop talking and concentrate on thrusting. The pleasure is reaching its peak, and I will soon ejaculate.

I gaze at Mother's face.

Her once fair complexion is now covered in a rosy flush. Her beautiful eyes are slightly closed, and her small mouth continues to pant. The hot breath escapes her lips, blowing away the dishevelled strands of hair on her face, only to fall back onto her flushed cheeks. The chaotic beauty appears as if someone has ravaged her mercilessly. I lower my head and capture her soft lips, intertwining our tongues, while the strands of hair caress her lips once again.

"Oh... oh... hmm... mmm... hmm... hmm..."

Mother is enveloped in the intense scent of hormones and the scorching body heat behind her; she felt as if she's melting away. Love juices flow out uncontrollably, wetting her jeans and staining the bedsheet.

I'm also reaching my limit. I haphazardly lick Mother's face and say, "Mother, I'm about to cum. Let me ejaculate on your face."

"Mmm... mmm... no... ah... ah..."

"I... mmm... can't... mmm... no... no..."

"Uh... stop... mmm... can't take it anymore... oh..."

Without my mouth blocking, my mother's moans, also close to climax, gradually grew louder, reaching the edge of collapse.

Observing my mother's state, I increased the speed of my thrusts. Although I hadn't entered her honeyed pussy, my mother's body was naturally sensitive. It had not been completely explored before, but once she tasted the flavour of climax because of me, it became irresistible, akin to a drug. Even if my mother remained conservative and faithful usually, during the peak of her sexual desire, reason would ultimately succumb to temptation.

"Does it feel good, Mom... if so, cum for me." I whispered gently in my mother's ear, then straightened my upper body and sat on my mother's upturned buttocks, grabbing her fleshly butt cheeks with one hand and kneading it forcefully.

"Ah... no... mmm... can't... mmm..."

"Don't... mmm... don't... ah... ah..."

The pain from her buttocks made my mother involuntarily clench her anus, causing her small pussy to contract, and the climax arrived instantly.

The pleasure of climax overwhelmed my mother, making her unable to control herself, almost screaming. My mother used her last strength, biting the sheets beneath her, desperately suppressing the moans in her throat.

I could feel the stickiness on my lower body, and the temperature between my mother's legs was high. Her love juices had already soaked the area around pussy, darkening the colour of her jeans, as if she had peed.

I couldn't hold back any longer, thrusting forcefully into my mother's buttocks, growling, "Ah... I'm coming..."

After a few heavy thrusts, I stood up abruptly, straddling my mother's back. I brushed aside her dishevelled hair with one hand while using the other to jerk my cock. My glans faced my mother's face.

Two seconds later, thick semen erupted, staining her heavenly visage.

"Mmm... uh..."

By the time my mother realized what was happening, it was too late. My legs blocked her hands, leaving her unable to protect her delicate face. My mother could only bury her face in the sheets, trying to minimize the area tainted by the semen.

But I didn't let my mother have her way. I pinched her cheeks, forcing her head to turn, and a large amount of semen instantly whitened her exquisite profile.

I stroked my cock until the last drop of semen landed on my mother's face, then I flipped over and sat on the bed.

At this moment, one side of my mother's face was completely whitened. Her nostrils were blocked as if glued shut, and her mouth was the same, covered with a thick layer of semen.

"Mmm!" Unable to breathe, my mother groaned loudly. I knew she wanted me to help. I was in a good mood after venting, so I didn't give my mother a hard time. I picked up a tissue next to me and handed it to my mother.

As I put on my pants, I looked at my mother with interest. Her face, wiped with a disgusted expression, looked even more beautiful the more I looked at it.

After cleaning herself up, my mother immediately widened her beautiful eyes and stared at me, angrily saying, "You deserve a beating!"

"Hehe." I showed a remorseless smile.

Seeing me still smiling, my mother continued to scold, "Look at the mess you made, I told you not to ejaculate on my face."

"Shh... Mom, lower your voice." One sentence caused my mother's anger to disappear instantly, replaced by nervousness. She held her breath and listened for any sounds outside the door, making sure we hadn't been discovered before finally breathing a sigh of relief.

When my mother saw my ambiguous smile, she realized she had been tricked, but she couldn't do anything about it. She angrily pounded my chest, expressing her displeasure like a delicate woman, saying, "You better make the bed for me, got it?"

Watching my mother's spoiled princess-like demeanour, I responded, "Fine, fine, I'll do it."

After saying that, while my mother wasn't paying attention, I boldly planted a kiss on her seemingly stubborn lips.

Then, ignoring her intense glare filled with murderous intent, I turned around and dedicated myself to the task of making the bed.