Midnight Visit
Stephanie gently patted Xiao Yi's shoulder, caressing him just like a loving mother tending to her son.
Gazing at her increasingly handsome and captivating son, Stephanie felt a wave of heat surging through her body. A faint blush colored her snow-white cheeks.
Unable to help herself, she pulled Xiao Yi tighter into her embrace, pressing her massive breasts firmly against his back and rubbing them softly against him.
The sensation brought her unparalleled pleasure, though a twinge of guilt stirred in her heart as well.
With Stephanie's enormous breasts pressing against his neck and back like that, Xiao Yi—who had just showered and felt utterly relaxed—suddenly felt desire stirring again. His cock hardened instantly beneath him, and a subtle heat began to build in his body.
Xiao Yi couldn't understand what had come over him lately. His libido was growing stronger by the day; he felt like he could go at it from morning till night without stopping. He'd only just finished unloading in his little sister's mouth moments ago, and now, with his mother teasing him like this, he was hard again!
The thought of the naughty things he'd done with the young Stephanie Seymour in the apocalyptic world sent a thrill of excitement through him.
The Stephanie of 1993 had been youthful and radiant, pure yet raw, brimming with vibrant energy and seductive allure.
He'd only just enjoyed a different kind of lovemaking with the 25-year-old Stephanie, toying with her body to his heart's content. And now, the 38-year-old version lay beside him on the bed.
This supreme mature beauty sharing his bed was none other than Stephanie Seymour herself—and at this age, she was like a ripe, juicy peach, utterly irresistible.
A young girl had her youthful charms, but a mature woman brought her own intoxicating appeal. At thirty, like a wolf; at forty, like a tiger; at fifty, she could drain the earth itself.
The Stephanie of this second world had kept her perfect, sensual figure. Her breasts were even larger now, her hips fuller and rounder, her skin infused with the ripe allure of maturity. She exuded that special, seductive charm unique to an experienced woman.
Playing with a mature beauty like this would surely be more skilled and ferocious than with a young girl—she'd be ravenous, like a wolf!
And besides, in this second world, Xiao Yi's current identity was truly and undeniably Stephanie Seymour's son!
Their relationship now wasn't some vague, telepathic taboo from the apocalypse. No, they were genuine mother and son.
Harboring these wicked thoughts about his mature mother made Xiao Yi feel even more depraved.
He'd originally planned to test his theories about emotions toward the same person across two worlds at some point. But Stephanie had come to him even sooner than expected.
Thanks to his experiences in the apocalyptic world, Xiao Yi no longer felt much resistance to crossing that mother-son line.
He'd already played with her body once before. What was wrong with doing it again?
"Mama... I miss you so much..." Xiao Yi pretended to be asleep, murmuring in a hazy, dreamlike voice. Then, feigning continued slumber, he rolled over gently, burying his entire face straight into Stephanie's massive breasts.
The warm, soft sensation enveloped his face, and the faint scent of mother's milk tempted him beyond measure.
"Andy!"
Stephanie gazed at her son with heartache. Hearing his sleepy words filled her with even deeper guilt. "My baby, Mama's sorry. When the time is right, Mama will make it up to you!"
She stroked Xiao Yi's hair tenderly, murmuring to herself.
"Little Andy, that bastard Pete's staying out overnight again tonight. Mama's going to sleep with you. Holding my little Andy like this... Mama feels so much better."
Stephanie spoke softly to herself. "Andy, Mama doesn't know what's gotten into her today. My mind's full of you. Maybe it's because I've owed you so much..."
"Andy, let Mama hold you while you sleep. From now on, Mama wants to hold you every night when we go to bed. My precious baby, Mama loves you so much..."
Stephanie Seymour clutched her son tightly to her chest, endlessly rubbing her enormous breasts against his face. The tingling, numbing pleasure made her entire body quiver faintly.
A massive wave of guilt slowly welled up in her heart. But rather than stopping her, it only fueled her craving to be claimed by her own son.
At this point, Stephanie Seymour had shed her youthful innocence. What remained was the seasoned maturity and allure forged by the storms of life.
She had seen all the facets of human existence and reached that hungry, wolf-like age. She understood everything all too clearly now.
As long as they didn't actually have sex, she told herself, this was just motherly affection...
Feeling the scorching heat of her precious son's body in her arms, Stephanie Seymour began to reflect on her marriage.