The Son Violates His Mother 3
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
The son stared down at his mother’s defenseless face, panting hard as he felt the plump, slick cushion of her mound against the tip of his glans. It was hard to believe this was the same woman who always glared at him with eyes full of fury and a face twisted in venom. A faint flush of heat had bloomed across her cheeks in soft pink, and she looked almost beautiful.
His rough, scorching breaths slipped into the slight parting of her lips. Those full, healthy pink lips. Suddenly the image rose in his mind of some nameless middle-aged man stealing a kiss from them in a motel room.
“Mom. I’ll make you forget the feel of that man’s lips.”
He lowered his head and claimed her mouth at the same time he slowly sank his hips, driving his fully erect cock into the hole that had given birth to him. The glans forced open the thick folds of her pussy and pushed into the sticky heat of her cunt; his hips trembled so hard it was almost pathetic, and his mind went white as if fireworks were exploding inside his skull.
“Guh… guh… ngh…”
He crushed her lips under his own and let out a low, strange moan. The first sensation of a woman’s insides, transmitted so vividly through his cock, was so intoxicating and dizzying that it spilled out of him as that ugly sound.
His shaking hips finally found purchase and steadied. In that instant a soft wet noise of flesh meeting flesh rose from where their bodies joined.
“Khh… khh… ghk…”
He huffed and puffed through his mouth, trying somehow to expel the scalding heat that wrapped every inch of his cock. The dizzying squeeze of her pussy and the sticky grip of her walls made him want to come right then and there.
This was his first time. He refused to end his first experience—through the very hole that had birthed him—in such a pathetic way. So he gritted his teeth and began to devour her lips in earnest.
“Chup, slurp… smooch, smooch… lick, lick.”
“Mmph, mmm… mmph, ha, mmph… mmmph…”
She kept trying to turn her head as if she couldn’t breathe, so he clamped both hands on her face and forced the kiss to continue. He shoved his tongue deep, coating every corner of her mouth with his own taste in a sticky, filthy kiss. Lust-maddened thoughts ordered his hips to move, and he began to rock them slowly.
Thwack, thwack, thwack.
The wet slap of flesh on flesh and the sticky sounds of their joining filled the air. The son’s eyes went wide with shock at the unfamiliar, never-before-felt pleasure rising from his lower body. The overwhelming stimulation—something masturbation could never give—and the sheer taboo of claiming his own mother made heat explode through every inch of him.
Sweat dripped from him in heavy drops, painting her entire body. The mother pinned beneath her son was gradually coated in his scent, her whole body being violated.
“Pwah!”
Unable to hold his breath any longer, he broke the kiss, locked his arms tightly around her, and began mechanically slamming his hips down with nothing but raw need.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
No technique, no control of force—just rough, desperate thrusting to satisfy lust. The mother who had become nothing more than a hole to receive her son’s desire lay limp, the occasional twitch of her limbs her only resistance. The creaking bed screamed for her in her place while the son turned into a beast chasing only his own pleasure, pounding his hips down again and again in ugly, relentless strokes.
“Guh… nngh… hah… ah…?! Haa…!”
Even in sleep the thrusts were so violent that her lips slowly parted and began to spill soft, pained, lewd moans. Her back started to arch as if she could no longer take the force of his lust, only to be crushed flat against the mattress again by his weight. Her arms and legs jerked and trembled as if in spasm; her head tilted farther and farther back as though she wanted to escape.
But the son, having tasted the forbidden, refused to let go. He put even more of his weight behind every thrust.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!
The mattress sheets rolled like waves. The wet impact sounds bursting from their joined bodies filled the room and began to leak past the door. His pounding grew faster, almost frantic; the cock plunging in and out of his mother’s cunt swelled thicker with every stroke.
Sensing the approach of climax, her mound clenched hard around the invader as if screaming that this, at least, must not be allowed.
“Ngh… guh…! Guhh!”
The beast straddling his mother’s belly either failed to notice the desperate signal from the unconscious woman or simply didn’t care. He only slammed his hips harder, ugly moans spilling from his throat. The tighter squeeze only made him happier; drool ran from the corner of his mouth as a smile of pure pleasure spread across his face, and he crushed the female beneath him even tighter in his arms.
“Ah… nngh… hah… ah…!!!”
Even asleep, the mother being raped by her own son let out a low, wretched moan as if that one thing must not happen. When he only held her harder, the crushing pressure on her whole body seemed to make her realize escape was impossible; she released a short, defeated sigh.
“Hah…!!!”
A single soft moan from a married woman, mixed into the wet slap of flesh and the bed’s creaking screams. To the mother it was a sigh of despair; to her son’s ears it was a lewd cry of pleasure.
Lost in that crossed delusion, he poured every last ounce of strength into his hips and drove them down with everything he had.
THWAAACK!!!!!
An impact so loud it was hard to believe flesh had struck flesh exploded from their joining. The bed shrieked as if it would break; waves rolled across his mother’s sensual body. His cock, buried deeper in her belly than ever before, swelled to the point of bursting and then began to pump thick, sticky white semen into her.
Gush! Gush! Gush!
Twitch!
When the scalding seed, hot as lava, flooded into her womb, the body forced to receive every drop heaved once, hard. Her pussy clenched desperately as if trying to reject her son’s seed, yet every time his cock pulsed it forced the folds open and poured more cum into her without pause.
The mother’s limbs, which had been lying limp with exhaustion, went rigid and tensed in that single moment—something the still-recording video captured clearly. On the screen the two of them were locked so tightly together, so completely still, that it was hard to believe they had been thrashing wildly only seconds before.
Gush! Gush! Gush!
Yet the place where their bodies remained joined was more fiercely active than ever—one side planting seed, the other trying to push even a little of it back out. It was a complete reversal of the relationship they had always known.
“Hahh… uuuuh…”
Still crushing his mother’s entire body in his arms, the son emptied every last thick drop of cum into her womb, then collapsed with a long, lingering sigh. Only then did the mother, who had been locked rigid, slowly let her limbs go limp again, as if she had finally given up on everything.
And in place of the mother who could not cry because she had no consciousness, a stream of love juice gushed from the place where they were still joined. That single streak of fluid soaking into the pure white sheets filled the room with a lewd scent and turned the atmosphere decadent.
A chilling silence settled over the room. The sticky wet sounds, the rough breathing of mother and son, the bed’s creaking screams—all of it vanished.
“… ”
The video that had been recording them stayed locked on the same unmoving scene for so long it almost looked broken—until finally something changed. The son who had been collapsed on top of his mother’s belly slowly began to push himself up. He nearly toppled several times, as if every ounce of strength had left him, before he finally managed to rise.
Schlick.
The wet sound of their bodies finally separating reached his ears. He looked down at his cock, still glistening with his own cum and his mother’s fluids, and realized this was no dream.
“Ha… haha…”
A strange laugh slipped out—half joy, half emptiness. Suddenly remembering the recording was still going, he reached out and picked up the phone.
In the bright light the full extent of his mother’s violation was laid bare. Sweat-soaked black hair clung to skin as white as porcelain, strangely alluring; her flushed cheeks and slightly parted lips still released hot breaths.
“You got excited too, Mom.”
The omnipotent rush of having completely controlled the mother who had always terrified him, the pure conquest, nearly drove him insane. Her well-kept body gleamed with their mixed sweat; her full, ripe breasts swayed dizzyingly with every ragged breath she took. Clear beads of sweat rolled down the gentle curves of her body and gathered in the hollow of her navel, forming a tiny pool of fluid.
After filming her limp limbs, the son lowered the phone farther.
“… ”
The camera focused on the space between her thighs—far more ruined than her upper body. Her slit, filthy with every kind of fluid: sweat, love juice, semen. The hole that still gaped slightly and radiated heat, as if proudly declaring how violently it had just been pounded, was unbearably sensual.
And as if it had been waiting for the camera, her pussy fluttered open like a breathing mouth and then gushed out another thick load of white cum. His semen mixed with the love-juice stain already on the sheets, releasing a raw, lewd smell.
“Hah… hahh… hahh… huff! Huff!”
At that primal, erotic sight the son’s breathing grew louder and louder; the video began to shake violently. It jerked as if he had flung the phone away in a rush, then finally stopped. Whether he had thrown it to the floor or not, the frame now showed only part of the bed and the ceiling.
For a while the camera stayed locked on that empty view—until a woman’s legs suddenly entered the frame. Those legs, lifted toward the ceiling, began to thrash violently up and down; at the same time the wet slap of flesh on flesh rose again from the bed.
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The bed frame screamed as if it would shatter; the shaking sheets made the footage dizzying. The video captured that fragment of bestial mating for a long time until the battery finally died and the recording ended.
But the rage of the beast that had been suppressed for so many years had only just begun, and he poured that fury into his mother all through the night.