Guilt
After the climax, a massive wave of guilt and remorse crashed over Stephanie Seymour's entire body.
Sweat-drenched and exhausted, Stephanie collapsed beside Xiao Yi.
Her mouth still full of semen, she savored the madness of moments ago. She'd actually let her own son erupt in her mouth.
She was a lewd, shameless, sin-ridden mother!!
Savoring Xiao Yi's semen, relishing the fullness of her son's massive cock in her mouth, Stephanie slowly swallowed it all down into her belly.
She stole a glance at her beloved son sleeping beside her and let out a long sigh of relief.
Thank God, Andy hadn't woken up... He probably had no idea what a depraved, sinful thing she'd just done to him...
Stephanie patted her massive, heavy breasts, comforting herself with a few words.
After all, she hadn't actually made love to her son. She'd only let him suckle her fat tits.
That was something Andy had loved doing since he was little. It wasn't the first time. Nothing wrong with that...
Stephanie kept reassuring herself, stroking her still-twitching pussy. The desire in her heart refused to fade.
She craved it so badly—for her son to suddenly wake up right then, pin her down savagely, and ram that cock into her pussy without mercy, pounding her wildly and relentlessly!
A dick that big and long would taste incredible! If Andy thrust in with all his might, his glans would surely plunge straight into her womb.
That place where her beloved Andy had once dwelled for ten months...
"I'm sorry... Andy... Mommy... Mommy just couldn't help it... Mommy promises... promises it won't happen again next time..."
Gazing at her son's enticing body, Stephanie licked her parched lips. Her heart brimmed with guilt and shame, yet also insatiable hunger and greed.
These clashing emotions left Stephanie in utter turmoil.
"Andy..."
"Andy..."
"Are you awake?"
Stephanie tentatively nudged Xiao Yi again.
Once she confirmed her beloved son was still asleep, she slipped her panties back on and sneaked out of the room.
The instant the door clicked shut, Xiao Yi's eyes snapped open—clear and razor-sharp.
For a split second just now, Xiao Yi had ached to shove Stephanie Seymour onto the bed and fuck her pussy raw, making her wail and beg atop him.
But for the sake of his future plans and a brighter tomorrow, Xiao Yi held back.
His current identity was Stephanie's son, after all. He absolutely couldn't take the initiative with this world's Stephanie Seymour.
He wanted her drowning in guilt and remorse, starving for his cock, perpetually unfulfilled. He wouldn't let her have satisfaction so easily!
Xiao Yi knew full well: since Stephanie had taken this step today, there was no turning back. The lonely, empty Stephanie Seymour would crawl into his bed again—and in this storm of inner conflict, she'd sink deeper and deeper, unable to stop, until she became a total slave to his dick.
At that thought, a wicked smirk curled Xiao Yi's lips. Exhausted, he drifted into deep sleep.
Back-to-back adventures, plus fucking different women nonstop, had worn even his body down.
Though he'd noticed his physique growing stronger—his cock even bigger—the relentless battles had finally caught up, leaving him fatigued.
Right now, all Xiao Yi wanted was a good, sound sleep.
...
Faint sunlight filtered through the curtain gaps, carrying a gentle warmth across Xiao Yi's face. After a solid night's rest, he felt refreshed, invigorated.
He dressed, checked the time: 8:09 a.m. Breakfast time.
Mulling over how Stephanie Seymour might react when they met, Xiao Yi strode to the door and reached for the handle.
Just then, his phone buzzed.
He flipped open the Motorola and glanced at the screen.
Sean.
Seeing the call, Xiao Yi's heart raced with excitement.
"Hey, you get it done?"
Xiao Yi cut straight to it.
"Young master, it's handled. The card has a total of thirty-six thousand seven hundred sixty-five U.S. dollars. I spent three hundred twenty-five on bullets. Should I bring the bullets and the rest of the cash over now?"
Sean's deferential voice came through the line.