"Mmmm... Ah, ah, ah, nnnnnnggg!!!"
"Cumminggggg!!!! Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhh..."
Her second orgasm crashed over her, a wave of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that left her limp and gasping beneath him. Her body went pliant, her inner walls still fluttering weakly around his length.
Long Aotian slowed his thrusts, but he didn't stop. He kept a gentle, rocking motion, letting her ride the aftershocks. He leaned down, his lips leaving a trail of fire down her neck.
"Motherrrr... You feel so good," he murmured against her damp skin, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone.
She shuddered, a fresh wave of heat pooling low in her belly despite her exhaustion. His words, so blatantly carnal, sent a thrill through her.
She had always believed her son was an honest man and not this... But it made her more excited.
He shifted his weight, pulling out of her slowly, making her whimper at the sudden emptiness. Before she could protest, he rolled her onto her stomach. The cool marble of the floor met her heated skin, a stark contrast that made her gasp.
"Wha—?"
"Shhh," he soothed, his hands smoothing over the generous curve of her buttocks. "Forgive me mother... I prefer to do it like this."
It's always good to fuck her from behind.
He didn't enter her again immediately. Instead, he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back. His lips found the shell of her ear. "You have no idea how beautiful you are like this," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
"Spread it out for me mother.... You will take me so perfectly."
His hands slid up her sides, his thumbs tracing the sensitive undersides of her breasts before he cupped their full weight.
They were heavy, overflowing his palms, the nipples hard and pebbled against his skin. He rolled them gently, then pinched the tight peaks, earning a sharp, choked cry from her.
"Hnnn..."
"A-Aotian!"
"Does that hurt?" he asked.
His voice was a low rumble against her ear, but he didn't stop the gentle, torturous pressure.
"N-No… it's… oh…" She couldn't form a coherent thought. The pain was a bright, sharp edge that melted instantly into a deep, throbbing pleasure. Her back arched, pushing her breasts more firmly into his hands.
He chuckled, a dark, possessive sound. "Good. Mother I will make you feel better..."
He released her breasts and instead ran his hands down her spine, tracing each vertebra until he reached the small of her back. Then his hands spread, gripping her hips, holding her firmly in place.
He settled himself between her spread legs, the head of his erection nudging against her slick, swollen entrance from behind.
He teased her, rubbing himself through her soaked folds, coating himself in her arousal but not pushing in. He leaned forward, his tongue painting a wet, hot stripe from the base of her spine up to her shoulder blade.
"Mmm...."
She whimpered, pushing her hips back against him, a silent plea. "Please…"
"Please what, Mother?" he taunted, nipping at the sensitive skin where her neck met her shoulder. "Use your words."
"Inside…" she begged, her voice ragged. "I need you… inside…"
"Since you asked so nicely."
With one smooth, powerful thrust, he sheathed himself fully within her again. The angle was deeper, hitting a spot that made her vision go whiten.
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!" She screamed, her fingers scrambling against the smooth floor.
Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!
Clap! Clap! Clap!
He set a brutal, punishing pace, his hips slamming against her buttocks with loud, wet slaps. Each impact sent jolts of pleasure through her core. He leaned over her again, one hand braced on the floor beside her head, the other snaking around to her front.
His fingers found her clit, already swollen and sensitive. He circled it, his touch expert and relentless, matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
"Hnnn... Nnn... Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh, mmmm... Ohhhhh.... Ahhhh."
"You're so tight," he groaned into her ear, his own control fraying. "So hot and wet for me. Is this all for me, Mother? This perfect little cunt, milking my cock?"
His crude words, so at odds with the reverence he'd shown earlier, ignited something feral in her. She was beyond shame, beyond thought. She was just sensation... The fullness inside her, the rough friction of his body against hers, the clever fingers on her clit.
Oh gosh... This little bastard is so good.
"Yes… yes! It's all for you!" she cried out, her voice breaking, stripped of all maternal dignity. The shame was gone, replaced by a desperate, animalistic need to be claimed.
Every time he thrust, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot up her spine, straight to her brain. The chaotic energy from the pill was no longer burning her; instead, it was being channeled by his rhythmic invasion, turning into a molten river of pleasure that flooded her veins.
It felt so goooddddddd.... Oh heavens.
Long Aotian groaned, feeling the suction of her walls increasing. It was as if her body was trying to devour him whole.
He could feel his own Yang energy surging, eager to merge with her Yin. Is this the dual cultivation or pure desire?
Or perhaps both.
This was dual cultivation in its rawest, most primal form. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back gently, exposing the vulnerable curve of her neck. He bit down on the soft flesh there, marking her.
"I'm going to fill you up, Mother," he muttered, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing their rhythm as his own peak approached. "I'm going to breed this fertile body until you're dripping with my essence. You'll never want another man."
He wasn't lying. He wanted to cum inside her. Filling her womb and making her pregnant with his own child.
Hell yeah, that's what a real man should do.
"Ahhh! Do it! Fill me! Give me your… your baby!" The words spilled out of her mouth, unbidden and shocking, but in that moment, they were the only truth she knew.
Her body tensed, her toes curling so hard they cramped. The dam broke.
With a final, earth-shattering thrust, Long Aotian buried himself to the hilt and roared. His member throbbed violently inside her, and he erupted.
He was overstimulated hearing her mother say: She will carry his Child.
That was so good to hear. Fulfilling his masculine desire and vanity.
Splash! Splash! Splash!
Thick, hot streams of his seed painted her insides, coating her walls, filling her womb to the brim. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them.
"Hnnnnngggggghhh!!!"
She screamed silently, her mouth open in a wide O, her eyes rolled back so far only the whites were visible. Her inner walls clamped down around him like a vice, milking him for every drop, rippling and spasming as a massive orgasm tore through her.
She could actually feel the liquid heat spreading within her, mixing with the dissolving medicinal energy. It was a sensation of absolute fullness, of being completely and utterly possessed.
"Ah.... So much... You came so muchhhh... Ahhh...." she uttered.
Long Aotian collapsed on top of her, his heavy pinning her to the floor, both of them panting heavily. The air in the bathroom was thick with steam and the musky scent of their union.
For a long moment, neither of them moved, the only sound being their ragged breathing and the frantic beating of their hearts.
Slowly, the burning heat in her body began to cool, replaced by a comfortable, soothing warmth. The medicinal energy had fully integrated into her body, guided by the intense exchange of Yin and Yang. She felt stronger, her skin glowing with a faint, pearlescent sheen.
Long Aotian nuzzled her neck, placing soft, gentle kisses on the bite mark he had left. "Are you okay, Mother?" he whispered, his voice hoarse but tender.
She lay beneath him, feeling his weight pressing her into the floor, his hard length still inside her. She could feel the wetness leaking out, running down her thighs, an undeniable proof of what they had just done.
A strange mix of emotions swirled within her... guilt, shame, but also a profound sense of satisfaction and a dark, twisted love for the man who had just claimed her so thoroughly.
She was but a lonely woman, it's only natural to feel little love towards the man possessing her body.
"I… I'm fine," she whispered back, her voice weak. She tried to move, but her body felt like jelly. "Aotian… we… we shouldn't have…"
"Shhh," he hushed her, rolling over onto his side and pulling her with him, spooning her body against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist, possessive and protective.
He kissed her ear, his hand moving up to cup her breast, his thumb idly brushing over the sensitive nipple. "It was necessary. And besides… didn't you enjoy it? Didn't you feel how perfectly we fit together?"
She bit her lip, suppressing a moan as his touch sent fresh sparks of pleasure through her oversensitive body. She couldn't deny it. It had been the most intense experience of her life.
"Yes," she breathed, closing her eyes, surrendering to the warmth of his embrace. "I… I enjoyed it."
"Good... Mother.... I am still hard, can we do it again. I don't want to take advantage of you, I want to do it when you are fully aware."
She looked at him with a blush. This guy is truly a glutton.
"Son... I am your mother." She tried to reason but her body was already responding to his touch.
"Mother... I know... But you only adopted me. What's more, you are also a woman... A beautiful, sexy woman who needs a man." He whispered as he bit her earlobe.
"And I am your man."
She shivered.
"O-Okay... But be gentle... I am still sore." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Long Aotian smiled. He had won. His mother is really a simple submissive woman.
He turned her around to face him and captured her lips in a slow, sensual kiss.
This time, there was no rush.
He explored her mouth with his tongue, tasting her, savoring her. His hands roamed over her body, learning every curve, every dip.
He played with her breasts, kneading them, weighing them in his hands. He pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, listening to her soft gasps and moans.
"Mmm... Aotian..."
He moved down, kissing her neck, her collarbone, the hollow of her throat. He took his time, licking and biting her skin, leaving marks of possession.
He traced the path of her cleavage with his tongue, dipping into the valley between her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, while his hand continued to play with the other.
"Ahhh... That feels... so good..."
She arched her back, offering herself to him. Her hands tangled in his hair, holding him close.
He switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. He sucked, he licked, he bit. He drove her wild with pleasure.
"Aotian... please..."
"Please what, Mother?" he teased, looking up at her with a wicked grin.
"Please... touch me... down there..."
"Down where?" He asked, his hand sliding down her stomach, inching closer to her core.
"Here..." She guided his hand to her wet, swollen folds. She was still leaking his godly pollen.
He chuckled. "So wet for me again, Mother. You really are a naughty woman."
He slid a finger inside her, then two. He curled them, finding her G-spot.
"Ahhh! Yes! Right there!"
He pumped his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing her clit.
"Does this feel good?"
"Yes!!"
He added a third finger, stretching her further.
"Ahhh! I'm... I'm going to cum!"
"Not yet," he said, removing his fingers.
She whimpered at the loss.
"I want you to cum on my cock, Mother."
"Sonnnn...."
"Mother... Can you beg me... Please I want to hear you begging for my cock..."
Her entire face was red. Bad, bad, bad. This man is so bad.
Pervert. Pervert. Pervert.
"I-I... I want your cock. My son, you will fuck your mother, right? You will stretch me right? Please son, mother begs you... Make me cum again," she begged, her pride shattered.
Long Aotian grinned. "Good girl."