Chapter 26: My Abnormal Mom
Chapter 26: My Abnormal Mom
"Ngh..."
Pressed firmly against the opening of her beautiful flower, Mom couldn't help but let out a soft, involuntary moan. Sitting in my lap, her body went rigid, her graceful frame frozen. The delicate hands that had been tightly gripping my arms moments ago suddenly lost their strength and went limp...
With my cock wedged deep between the cheeks of Mom’s buttocks, I felt a wave of numbness wash over my scalp.
I never imagined that I would have such intimate contact with my mom in this position and in this manner.
My member was tightly enveloped by Mom’s firm, twin butt cheeks. The incredible softness and elasticity sent a jolt through me like an electric current, making my entire body tremble uncontrollably.
It felt good—so damn good!
God, an indescribable pleasure swept through my body, leaving me shivering.
My cock was buried deep in the crease of Mom’s buttocks. Even through two layers of fabric, the pleasure of being squeezed tightly by her mons pubis and the tender flesh of her inner thighs was more intense and stimulating than any sex I’d ever had before.
This was my mom, my biological mother, and yet here I was, burying my cock deep between her legs, the scorching hot head of my member pressing firmly against her opening.
If Mom and I weren't wearing clothes, all it would take was one gentle thrust for me to completely possess the stunningly beautiful mother sitting on my waist.
My cock was clamped tight in the seam of her legs. The heat radiating through Mom’s straight skirt made my member feel as if it were melting; the tingling, numbing sensation brought me to the very brink of ejaculation.
My blood was boiling. Clasping Mom’s explosive, exquisite body tightly in my arms, I reached a peak of absolute excitement.
Under the intense weight of the taboo and the sense of immorality, my brain suddenly seemed to lose control. As if possessed, I gave my hips a heavy upward thrust.
Mom’s body, perched on my waist, immediately jolted upward.
"Ah!"
Caught off guard by my sudden assault, Mom let out another short, sharp cry from her rosy lips.
Immediately after, her beautiful ass dropped back down heavily. The head of my cock, already buried deep in the crease of her legs, sank even deeper. I even wondered if that one thrust had pushed open Mom’s mysterious opening.
Mom’s beautiful ass sat heavily atop my cock. The pleasure was so intense I straightened my back and tensed my entire body, my arms wrapping even tighter around her slender waist.
The mother and son sat on the sofa, trembling for a long, long time. Suddenly, Mom turned her head. Her pretty face was masked in coldness, her phoenix eyes staring at me chillingly.
"Mom..."
Looking at her slightly cold, beautiful face, my mind went blank. My voice trembled as I whispered her name.
I couldn't even understand it myself—why did I have to do that upward thrust?
"Let go!"
Mom’s tone was a bit cold, but her voice was unexpectedly calm.
There was no expected explosion of fury, no hitting or kicking. I could hardly believe it myself.
I hurriedly and obediently released her slender waist.
Mom pressed her red lips together tightly, bracing herself against my thighs as she slowly stood up from my lap.
My extremely sensitive cock was pulled inch by inch from the crease of her buttocks. How could I, already on the verge of climax, endure the intense friction of that withdrawal?
Suddenly, my whole body shuddered. A muffled groan escaped my throat as a thick torrent of semen erupted. The force of the ejaculation was stronger than ever before, soaking through my thin shorts.
Mom, who was in the middle of standing up, froze. She turned back to look at me with a face full of disbelief, her stunning features masked in shock and surprise.
She had clearly felt the heat and wetness beneath her buttocks.
I was submerged in the pleasure of ejaculation, feeling light as air.
Between my legs, my cock—which held my pants up in a high tent—was still twitching rhythmically from the climax. The glans poked and prodded within the crease of Mom’s buttocks as if I were intentionally desecrating her.
Sensing the abnormality below, Mom’s face and ears instantly turned a deep crimson. She scrambled to stand up and get away from my lap.
However, the skirt wrapping her plump, beautiful ass was now covered in wrinkles, and a large, wet stain was spreading across it.
It was all my doing.
As the pleasure of the climax gradually faded, a sense of icy dread slowly enveloped my body.
Although I had long ago resolved to conquer my mom, when the moment actually came, I still felt an immense sense of panic and fear.
Mom’s phoenix eyes swept over me. When she saw the large wet patch on my pants, her fine brows furrowed slightly.
Her beautiful face held a hint of menace as she snapped at me, "Look at the pathetic state of you!"
I lowered my head and covered my pants, not daring to make a sound. I felt like a man facing his execution.
I held my breath and kept my head down, not daring to breathe loudly. Mom’s face was twisted with a complex array of expressions.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.
Suddenly, the sound of people talking came from outside the glass wall. Mom’s expression shifted slightly.
It had been nearly two o'clock when I arrived at the group headquarters. So much time had passed that it was now the hour when people should be starting their afternoon work.
Mom suddenly reached out and pinched my ear, walking quickly toward the lounge inside the office. "Get in there with me!"
The "clack-clack-clack" of Mom’s high heels on the floor sounded like they were stepping directly on my heart, making me increasingly uneasy.
I followed at her side, hunched over, wishing she would pinch harder so that the "punishment" I was about to receive might be a little lighter.
This was a highly private lounge that Mom used for resting at the group during noon. It was fully furnished with all the usual amenities.
Mom pinched my ear and threw me heavily onto the bed where she usually rested. Then, without a word, she stood before me with her arms crossed.
Sitting on the bed, I wanted to look up at her face, but because I had just offended her, I didn't have the courage.
My heart was full of regret. I had already taken enough advantage of her; why did I have to go and seek death by thrusting like that?
Now what? How was I supposed to explain this to her?
What worried me most was that after today’s incident, would Mom stop being so close to me? Would there be a rift and a distance between us?
Mom continued to stand before me in silence.
I quietly observed her slender waist, her flat stomach, and those beautiful legs I loved most. I searched my brain but couldn't find a single excuse.
Suddenly, the faint scent of photinia began to drift through the air. I looked down; the front of my pants was soaked. The volume of this ejaculation had been truly massive.
Mom’s body shifted slightly; she had clearly smelled the scent of my semen as well.
After another ten seconds or so, Mom finally spoke slowly. "Aren't you going to go wash up? What are you waiting for?"
Mom’s voice was soft, her tone still clear and pleasant like a flowing stream. There seemed to be no hint of reproach in her words.
Feeling as if I had been granted a divine reprieve, I kept my head down and ducked into the bathroom.
Before, I had wanted nothing more than to stick by Mom’s side every day; now, I only wanted to escape far away.
In the bathroom, I stripped myself naked. As the warm water cascaded over my shoulders, my heart remained heavy with anxiety. I still hadn't thought of an explanation.
Aiming the showerhead at my now-flaccid cock, I gently rubbed away the remaining semen. As I washed, my mind couldn't help but recall the feeling of my member buried deep between Mom’s butt cheeks.
"Phew..."
I let out a long, hot breath, my mind in total disarray.
Mom’s underside was truly so soft and comfortable. Just sliding my cock into her butt crack had been enough stimulation to make me lose it.
That soul-stirring sensation was vastly different from the intercrural sex I’d had with my sister last night.
As I washed, my cock—which had already ejaculated who knows how many times since yesterday—showed signs of rising again.
I even admired myself a little; my libido was truly something else.
I forced myself to stop thinking nonsense. I squeezed out some body wash from a bottle covered in Italian text and lathered my entire body.
After cleaning up, I fell back into a state of worry, wishing I could stay in the bathroom for the rest of my life.
However, hiding forever wasn't an option. I gritted my teeth, took Mom’s bath towel, wrapped it around my waist, and walked out of the bathroom, prepared to face her storm.
Inside the room, Mom was standing by the window, her beautiful eyes gazing at the sky. The golden sunlight spilled over her, dyeing her hair a shimmering gold. Bathed in that golden glow, she possessed the aura of a goddess.
Just her silhouette alone was as beautiful as a dream, so beautiful it felt unreal, intangible.
Staring at Mom’s tall, moving figure, I couldn't help but fall into deep self-doubt. Did I really have the right, the ability, to possess a woman as perfect as her?
I subconsciously slowed my pace, quietly approaching her side to take a closer look at her exquisite, flawless face.
Mom didn't seem to notice my presence. Her beautiful eyes were lowered, staring at the crowded street outside the window. Without warning, she let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Mom..."
I called out softly. The explanation I had prepared was now stuck in my throat; I couldn't spit it out, and I couldn't swallow it down.
Mom’s body gave a slight jolt at the sound of my voice. She turned to look at me, her face a mix of shame and anger. "You child! Why don't you make a sound when you walk?"
I scratched my head, not knowing how to answer.
I suddenly noticed with surprise that the tips and lobes of Mom’s ears had turned a deep red again in the blink of an eye.
Mom stared into my eyes in silence. After a long while, she whispered, "Finished washing?"
"Yeah."
I gave a soft grunt of affirmation, looking into her phoenix eyes.
Seeing my gaze meet hers, Mom hurriedly turned her eyes back toward the window. I clearly caught the flash of panic on her beautiful face.
Doubt rose in my heart. At this moment, shouldn't I be the one avoiding her gaze? After all, I was the one who had just committed such an offensive act.
But why was Mom the one who didn't dare to look me in the eye?
I stared at her crimson earlobes, my mind racing.
A woman like Mom—soft on the outside but firm on the inside, a sharp and decisive power player—rarely let anyone or anything rattle her.
And yet now, in front of me, she was acting this shy?
Recalling how she had slightly "leaked" this morning when I pressed against her—that pair of panties infused with her aphrodisiac scent was still lying in her laundry basket.
Could it be that my thrust just now had made her feel something again?
At that thought, my heart grew hot. Perhaps Mom’s private parts were currently overflowing with the spring water of that intoxicating scent.
Mom stared out the window for a long, long time. The flush on her face gradually faded, and her skin returned to its jade-like paleness.
Her red lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
Seeing this, I took the initiative to break the stiff atmosphere. "Mom, you should go wash up too. The back of your skirt..."
"Yes, I know."
Mom’s reaction was flat and emotionless, as if she were dealing with a trivial matter.
She didn't look at me as she turned gracefully and walked into the bathroom.
I stared at her retreating back, lost in deep thought.
Why didn't Mom have the reaction a mother should have when faced with my offense?
She wasn't shocked or angry as I had expected. Her reaction was a bit too calm—so calm that it seemed... perhaps a bit excessive?