This was the most intense climax I'd ever experienced, as if my very soul had ascended to the clouds with the ejaculation.
I panted heavily, my chest heaving, feeling Mother's full, perky breasts pressed against me. My cock immediately hardened again.
I released Mother's soft, delicate body, supporting her slender arms. I buried my head in the breasts that had once nourished me, through her silk pajamas, and murmured, "Mom, I felt so good just now. How about you?"
Hearing this, Mother suddenly trembled, pushing me away abruptly. She then rushed into the bathroom with hurried steps.
I couldn't help but grin, thinking Mother was shy. After a moment, I realized something was wrong. Suppressed sobbing could be faintly heard from the bathroom.
My heart skipped a beat. Ignoring everything else, I pulled up my pants and hopped out of bed on one foot. I went to the bathroom door and, supporting myself with the doorframe, peeked inside. I saw Mother sitting on the toilet lid, her face ashen. Her pretty face was filled with an indescribable self-reproach, and she was covering her mouth with her hand, crying almost to the point of collapse.
I looked at her, bewildered. I stammered, "Mom, what... what's wrong?"
Mother looked at me with eyes overflowing with tears, and her sobs suddenly grew louder.
I was startled by Mother's appearance. I quickly jumped to her side, awkwardly bending down to press on her constantly trembling shoulders, and anxiously asked, "Mom, what's wrong? Did I go too far? I apologize, I won't dare to do it again! I will definitely study hard to repay you!"
Mother didn't respond to me. She just covered her face with her hands and shook her head repeatedly, her throat emitting a "Wuu wuu" sound of weeping.
Seeing this, I was both confused and heartbroken, and my eyes couldn't help but redden: "Mom, please don't cry anymore, or I won't be able to hold back either..."
As I spoke, seeing my mother so heartbroken, I didn't know why a sudden surge of sourness welled up in my nose, and tears flowed down uncontrollably. The two of us, mother and son, stood and sat like this: I watched Mother cry, and she covered her face and wept.
We cried like this for about ten minutes, and my left leg was almost numb, before Mother's crying gradually stopped and her emotions finally calmed down.
She sniffed hard, her nose red, and exhaled a long breath. Looking at the long and short tear streaks on my face, she revealed a complicated smile and said softly, "Silly boy, why are you crying? Isn't it tiring to stand like this?"
I raised my arm and wiped my face, choking back a sob, "I don't know. When I see you so sad, I can't help but cry."
Mother affectionately pinched the tip of my nose, then stood up and put her arm around my waist. "Are your legs numb? Can you walk?"
Feeling Mother's soft body close to mine, I felt no romantic feelings. I nodded, "I can walk. I'll do it myself, Mom."
Mother patted me with the hand around my side and said softly, "Don't be stubborn. I'll help you back to bed. Be careful not to fall."
Mother's tone was gentle but firm, so I had to agree.
Back at the bedside, Mother helped me sit down, then helped me take off the shirt stained with semen. She turned to the wardrobe and got me a short-sleeved shirt, then went to the bathroom.
I stared at Mother, who was silently busy, and always felt something was wrong, but I didn't dare to ask.
Before long, Mother came out of the bathroom, and she had changed into a set of sportswear that she usually wore when going out.
I immediately asked, "Mom, where are you going?"
Mother pursed her lips, which had regained a little color, and whispered, "I want to go home and sleep."
Hearing this, I nearly jumped out of bed in a panic. "Why!? Don't you want to take care of me anymore? Are you really going to pay for a nurse? I... No! I don't agree!"
Seeing my agitated state, Mother shook her head helplessly, walked over, and reached out to tousle my hair. "Silly child, don't overthink things. Mother will be back tomorrow."
She paused, a look of pain and self-reproach appearing on her face. She sighed softly, "Yangyang, can you let Mother be alone for a while?"
I hesitated for a moment, then took Mother's hand, which was resting on my head, and brought it to my mouth. I gently kissed the smooth, delicate back of her hand, and pleaded with her, "Mom, I know I was out of line just now. I'm sorry. But please don't leave me. Otherwise, I'll really go crazy!"
Mother smiled, pulled her hand away from mine, and used her soft, jade-like hand to caress my cheek. She said seriously, "Yangyang, how could Mother not care for you? Mother promises, I'll come first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"
Hearing Mother say this, I immediately relaxed. I urged, "Then be careful on the way. Send me a message when you get there."
Mother nodded lightly and, swaying her straight ponytail, turned and left the ward.
I silently gazed at Mother's back for a long time, took a deep breath, and leaned back against the headboard, lost in thought…
After successfully getting Mother to agree to help me with her hands by analyzing her personality and changing my approach, I'd gotten into the habit. So, everything tonight, from start to finish, had actually been planned. The only unexpected element was the phone call from Father, but that actually made me even more certain of my conclusion.
In fact, I could basically confirm the secret hidden within Mother's body.
There are no true saints in this world. Everyone has a dark side hidden deep within their hearts, no one is exempt.
Take me, for example. To the outside world, I'm the "other people's child". Everyone around me praised my excellence, and when they saw Mother, they praised her for her good upbringing. Even I always thought of myself that way.
I admired Mother, respected Mother, and was grateful to Mother. Without Mother's painstaking teachings and guidance, I could never have grown into the so-called "other people's child".
But ever since Mother appeared before me that night in a different outfit, truly awakening my sexual consciousness and making me start to see Mother as a woman through a man's eyes, my own dark side gradually revealed itself.
Getting Mother's body was just a man's basic desire for a woman. What I truly wanted was to reverse our roles as mother and son, to have Mother, who had always scolded and lectured me since childhood, lying beneath me, moaning and crying in response to my conquest.
This doesn't mean I don't love Mother. On the contrary, I love Mother to an extreme, but my dark side is incredibly eager to see Mother submit to me.
I can openly admit that the me on the dark side is the real me. I am someone who has a desire for domination and conquest carved into my very bones.
And Mother's dark side?
Mother, like me, is also someone who is considered exceptionally outstanding in the eyes of others.
She loves her children and her husband, dedicating herself to the family without complaint. She is also diligent and responsible at work. She adheres to the traditional role of a woman, never entertaining any interest in men other than my father and me, even wearing tightly wrapped athletic wear when she goes out. She is old-fashioned, traditional, dignified, and upright, always acting in accordance with her conscience, even if it offends others. However, setting aside personal relationships, her actions are beyond reproach when judged by the original right and wrong of the matter.
If Mother were truly such a woman, would she agree to such an absurd act as giving her son a hand job?
Even if it's because I'm clever, and I successfully designed Mother by analyzing her personality traits, why, after facing my increasingly excessive demands, does Mother always hesitate and then silently agree? I've even noticed these past few days that Mother always stares blankly at my big cock, her blurry peach blossom eyes filled with moisture.
This proves that Mother is also aroused!
I analyzed Mother's athletic career. While not world-class, she had won medals at continental games and was a respected, strong woman in the sports world, which valued strength above all else.
Then I analyzed Mother's marriage. Two traditional, rigid people came together, resulting in a stable but dull life. Father was like an old scholar who had lost his romantic genes, but he always listened to Mother.
Next was Mother's job, and there was even less to say. Students feared Mother like a tiger, while teachers and school leaders both respected and feared her. After all, Mother, who had won national honors, taught at Sixth High School, which was also Sixth High School's honor. As a private school, the board of directors also needed Mother's reputation to showcase their teaching staff's strength.
Finally, there was me, her son. Before the night of Father's promotion banquet, Mother's words were like an imperial edict to me throughout my seventeen years of life. I didn't dare disobey her when I was young, and I had grown accustomed to listening to her when I was older. To put it plainly, I was a mama's boy.
After this analysis, I was surprised to discover that Mother had been in a position of absolute dominance for most of her life!
If that was the case, then why did Mother repeatedly give in to me?
Could it be that Mother was simply accustomed to being dominant, and her dark side actually craved being conquered?
So, I deliberately had Mother wear the socks tonight. Sure enough, Mother hesitated and then agreed. In front of her, I put the socks on my cock, recreating the scene where she caught me masturbating. I told her directly that I had lied to her, and that I was actually using the smelly socks she had worn all day.
Recalling Mother's alluring expression and dazed gaze just now, those restless, curling toes and the hands clutching the sheets tightly, I was certain she'd been greatly stimulated.
Especially when Dad called. She wanted to break free, but I forcibly stopped her. While talking to her husband, she was having her feet fucked by her son, and she even had to praise her son for being sensible. Mother's reaction was particularly intense then.
She needed to cover her mouth to hide her moans. Her cheeks were flushed, her waist twisting, and her legs were weak. It looked a lot like the climax described in novels, but in reality, I hadn't touched any of Mother's sensitive areas. I hadn't even taken off her pajamas.
As for our subsequent passionate embrace and wild kissing, there wasn't much to say. When lust was in place, things naturally flowed.
Through tonight's mother-son sex game, I realized I'd touched upon Mother's dark side.
She'd been strong for too long, and deep down, she craved the thrill of being conquered.
Or perhaps she'd always liked that thrill of being conquered, but her traditional, old-fashioned personality had forcibly restrained her. And her unromantic husband couldn't help her unlock this shackle, so she'd been suppressing her dark side all along.
This explained why Mother always retreated when facing me, and why she seemed to have reached a climax just now, even without any deep contact while still wearing her pajamas.
Ask me, what could be more exciting than being conquered by one's own son? Especially when this son was raised by beatings and scoldings, and sees you as an idol?
I was at least eighty or ninety percent sure of my guess, but I wasn't excited. Mother's near-breakdown last night still made me shudder. I didn't understand why it happened.
If she were angry and yelling at me, it would actually be easier to deal with. But Mother's subsequent attitude was unexpectedly gentle, which was confusing, even a little frightening.
The next day, I got up early, reciting English words while waiting for Mother, pondering the reason for her emotional outburst last night.
Around eight-thirty, Mother finally arrived at the ward with breakfast.
I put down my book and looked over. Mother was wearing a black tracksuit. Her beautiful face was full of exhaustion. Her peach blossom eyes were red and dull, not as bright as usual. Her lips were pale, and she looked listless, as if she had lost her soul.
"Yangyang, eat breakfast first."
Mother looked at me gently, her tone soft, with a forced smile.
I couldn't help but frown.
Mother's condition was very wrong. It wasn't just her outward appearance, but something was off internally as well.
She seemed to have lost that usual air of aloof confidence. She had become somewhat cautious and timid. Her gaze, though gentle, was also evasive, filled with inexplicable guilt and self-reproach, like someone who had committed a grave sin.
"Mom, have you eaten?"
"Mother has eaten. You eat quickly."
"Okay, then you sit and rest for a while."
I didn't ask any more questions, quietly finishing my breakfast and continuing to bury myself in my studies.
Daytime wasn't the time to talk. Doctors and nurses could come in at any time to check rounds and change medication. I studied and did my exercises while thinking silently, occasionally chatting with Mother.
Mother was acting strangely. Although she was sitting on the sofa playing with her phone, her attention was clearly all on me. She asked if I was thirsty, then if I was tired. If I started the conversation, she would respond immediately. It wasn't the usual casual interaction we had; instead, there was a strange hint of appeasement.
I was completely baffled.
Finally, evening arrived. Mother went out and bought a delicious dinner: three dishes and a soup, plus a cup of milk tea. She even proactively put the straw in it and placed it on my bedside table.
After we finished eating and tidied up, Mother suddenly stood by the bed, her eyes filled with apprehension and hesitation, looking at me as if she wanted to speak but couldn't.
Seeing Mother's cautious demeanor, I felt a pang of unease. I asked, "Mom, do you want to go home and sleep again?"
Mother nodded silently.
I sighed and finally asked, "What's wrong with you? If I did anything to upset you, just hit me or scold me. But you being like this really scares me and worries me."
Mother shook her head, denying it. "It's nothing, Yangyang. Don't overthink it."
"Do you think I'll believe that?"
My expression turned serious. "Mother, you've taught me since I was a child to face problems, understand them, and solve them. Why are you avoiding the issue now?"
Mother paused, not responding.
I patted the edge of the bed. "You can go home and sleep if you want, but sit down and let's talk this through. Otherwise, I won't let you leave. If that's what it takes, I'll hop all the way home with you."
Mother cautiously looked up at me. Seeing that I wasn't joking, her eyes began to redden. Her full lips trembled slightly, and she hesitantly sat down beside me.
I held Mother's slightly cold hand, and said earnestly, "Mom, what is there that we can't talk about between us? You've helped me solve countless confusions and problems since I was a child. Now it's time for your son to help you. Just tell me what's on your mind!"
Mother lowered her head, her face filled with sorrow. A crystalline tear silently slid down from the corner of her eye. She pursed her lips and choked out, "I… I suddenly realized that I'm not a qualified mother. I don't deserve to be your mother."
My expression tightened. I quickly said, "Why would you think that? In my heart, you are the best mother in the world!"
Mother gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Heh, what mother in the world would flirt with her son while talking to her husband? And then do... that... with him?"
"It's my fault! I forced Mother, it has nothing to do with you!"
Mother abruptly withdrew her slender hand upon hearing this, her emotions becoming agitated. She covered her mouth and sobbed, "It's not your fault, it's Mother's... it's Mother's fault. I... I just couldn't control myself! But I don't know why! I really don't want to be like that!"
Mommy cried, her eyes gradually becoming vacant. With a near-shattered, sorrowful expression, she gazed at me, and resigned herself, saying, "Maybe I was always this kind of person. A bad woman who betrays her husband to seduce her son, disgusting, base, and shameless. Yangyang, Mommy doesn't deserve your affection, and even less deserves your love. Mommy... Mommy really can't face you..."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, my heart aching violently as if it had been fiercely clutched and torn.
I understand now. I understand everything.
Mommy believes she succumbed to lust last night, revealing a seductive and ugly appearance in front of her son. This might be the first time Mommy has discovered her dark side, but she doesn't understand this. Just like I didn't know before that what I truly desired was to completely conquer Mommy.
Although Mommy agreed to help me with her hands and even her feet these past few days, she always appeared to be in control, or rather, she thought she was in control, deceiving herself that everything was for my studies.
Unfortunately, after what happened last night, this self-deceiving lie was shattered. Mommy fell into the vortex of lust, unable to extricate herself. In her heart, as my mother, an adult, an elder who values teaching by example, she shouldn't have been easily controlled by desire. Embracing and kissing her son passionately and forgetting herself, made her feel that she didn't deserve to be a mother. She feels so self-blaming and guilty after becoming sober.
As for her sudden cautiousness towards me, I guess it's highly likely that she's afraid of me looking down on her, despising her, or even fearing that I would directly taunt her. I once said that Mommy was my Goddess. Although Mommy seemed awkward and uncomfortable at the time, I think she must have been happy and proud in her heart. However, last night, the Goddess's filter shattered. Mommy thinks I will be disappointed because of this, so she couldn't help but become a little ingratiating.
After figuring all this out, I looked at my mother, who was weeping with her head bowed, and gently held her jade-like hand tightly, placing it over my heart. "Mom, according to what you said, given what I did to you, I'm a shameless bastard! A horny stud! A beast that deserves to be in the eighteenth level of hell!"
"Yangyang! Don't talk about yourself like that!"
Hearing my words, Mom stopped crying and immediately stopped me, "You are amazing, and you are excellent. You will always be Mom's pride! You are just too young and inexperienced, and you accidentally made some mistakes. Mom has never blamed you."
Mom's Peach Blossom Eyes were flushed with guilt and regret. "If I hadn't impulsively changed into that outfit that night, it wouldn't have happened. It was all because of me, Yangyang, Mom is the one who hurt you."
As she spoke, Mom's mouth twitched, and she looked like she was about to cry again.
I felt both heartache and helplessness, not a trace of happiness. Although a mother like this might be easier to "conquer," I also deeply loved Mom. If I were to use Mom's guilt and self-blame to force her to give in for the sake of my desires, making her live in regret and pain, then I really wouldn't be any different from a beast.
I made a difficult decision: to have a complete and utter heart-to-heart with Mom. This wouldn't be easy. The reason the dark side is the dark side is that it's not meant to be known to others. I could find ways to satisfy the evil thoughts of my dark side, but if I had to say them out loud, I would inevitably feel ashamed.
But there weren't any better choices right now. Last night's passionate, lustful act between mother and son had caused Mom to completely deny herself. Under the multiple pressures of her sensitive role as a mother and her traditional, stubborn thoughts, if I didn't quickly resolve Mom's inner conflict, I was afraid she would sink deeper and deeper into the abyss of regret and self-blame.
After making my decision, I pondered how to begin. My gaze fell on Mom's tear-stained, haggard face, and I said earnestly, "Lin Wanqing, please calm down. Getting upset won't solve anything."
Hearing my bold address, Mom was taken aback. Her Peach Blossom Eyes widened in surprise as she looked at me. "You... you called me what?"
I shrugged. "You said it yourself, you weren't worthy of being my mother, so I'll just call you by your name."
Upon hearing this, Mom's pretty face turned pale. "So... so you do look down on me."
I countered, "So, do you still want me to acknowledge you as my mother?"
Mom gave a mournful smile. "Of course I do... but... but I don't deserve to ask that of you. It's my fault, all my fault. It serves me right if you look down on me..."
I took Mom's hand and said seriously, "Mom, from the very beginning, I haven't looked down on you. And I don't think you aren't worthy of being my mother. I love and respect you more than anyone, even Dad. I've said it, you're my Goddess! Always! For the rest of my life!"
Hearing my resolute words, Mom abruptly turned her head, her shoulders trembling. Tears were about to spill from her eyes again.
I squeezed Mom's little hand tightly and raised my voice, "Don't cry! I'm putting myself out there today to have a heart-to-heart with you, so I hope you can calm down too, and we can talk properly."
Mom inhaled deeply, looked up, and composed herself. Then, she scooted closer to me, and looked at me firmly, saying, "Okay, Mom promises, let's talk."
I asked, "Do you remember you once told me that people should face their weaknesses, flaws, and desires head-on? Try to change what can be changed, and bravely face what can't. Only then can you truly become confident."
Mom nodded, "I remember. That was when you were always frustrated and anxious because your English grades weren't improving, so Mom specifically told you that."
"Right, I've always kept your words in my heart. These past few days, I've gradually discovered a secret deep inside me. It's a kind of desire, and it's a desire that absolutely cannot be revealed to anyone, because even I think it's too wicked."
As the words left my mouth, I felt a little nervous.
Mom pursed her lips, hesitated for a long moment, and then, curiously, asked, "Can... can you tell Mom?"
I pretended to be relaxed, "Of course, but not now! I want to ask you some questions first. Some of them might sound a bit too much, and will touch on your innermost thoughts, but I assure you, I have absolutely no intention of making fun of you. After you've answered all the questions seriously, you can ask me anything, and I'm willing to lay my heart bare for you to see."
Mom saw how seriously I was taking this, and that I was even giving her a heads-up beforehand. She couldn't help but swallow hard, and stammered, "I... I'll try my best..."
I shook my head. "No, you have to answer with your truest thoughts. You have to keep your word, just like you taught me."
Mom hesitated for a moment, but finally nodded. "Alright... Mom promises."
I was thinking quickly. First, I asked, "Mom, do you think you've been happy since you married Dad?"
Mom hadn't expected such a simple question, and immediately affirmed, "Happy."
I raised an eyebrow in doubt. "Really? I admit our family has always been stable and peaceful, and you could even say we're happy, but... are you really happy?"
"I..."
Mom's mouth opened slightly, and her Peach Blossom Eyes showed a hint of confusion.
I pressed, "Do you think... were you happy last night?"
"Yangyang..."
Mom was immediately ashamed, her small hand, which I was holding, trembling slightly.
But I persisted, "Mom, you promised me, to follow your true feelings. Let me be more blunt, were you comfortable last night? Did you enjoy it? After all these years with Dad, have you ever experienced this kind of happiness?"
Mom's breathing became rapid, a faint blush appeared on her pale face. She squeezed my hand tightly in response, and after a long pause, she lowered her head and said with difficulty, "I... I was... very happy last night, it was... an experience I'd never had before."
After saying this, Mom quickly covered her flushed cheeks with her other hand, her chest heaving.
I looked at Mom's shy appearance, and the meat stick hidden in my hospital gown instantly swelled and hardened. I quickly pinched my thigh to regain my composure and continued, "I wanted you to help me with your hand earlier, but you beat me up so badly. Why did you hit me so hard then?"
Mom shuddered, her breathing becoming even more rapid. Suddenly, she raised her Peach Blossom Eyes, sparkling with tears, and looked at me pitifully, "Yangyang, can you stop asking? Mom... Mom won't ask you either."
I resolutely refused, "No, Mom. I told you, I'm not trying to make fun of you. I'm really helping you with the knot in your heart. You'll understand in a bit."
Seeing my firm stance, Mom bit her lip hard with her pearly teeth, suddenly pulling her hand from mine. Her delicate, jade-like hands completely covered her pretty, rosy cheeks. She stammered, "I... I didn't know why at the time. I just felt a strange... stimulating sensation. My body also... also... reacted. So, I was angry at you, and also angry at myself. My emotions just kind of spiraled out of control..."
"So, what were you thinking about when you were using your hand to help me these past few days?"
"I... I wasn't thinking about anything..."
"Mom, you're not being honest. I'll ask again. When you were stroking my big meat stick, what was going through your mind?"
"What... what meat stick... Don't say that!"
"Just answer my question first."
"I... sigh... I was thinking how... how thick and long it is... how... how to get it in..."
"Then why do you always agree to my increasingly outrageous demands?"
"I don't know… I really don't know… I just can't refuse…"
"Last night, when I was using your feet to grip my big cock, what were you thinking while you were talking to Dad?"
"At first, I was very scared… Later… Later, it was very stimulating… Especially… um… especially when… you were grabbing my feet and wouldn't let me get out of bed…"
With the continuous questioning and answering, Mom's voice already carried a hint of a sob. Her beautiful head was lowered, her ponytail trembling, and her fair jade-like hands covering her cheeks were flushed with color.
My big cock was so hard it almost exploded. I suddenly reached out my arm and grabbed Mom's delicate wrist, pulling her hands away to reveal her flushed, alluring face. I croaked, "Mom, don't you understand? You're a woman who craves excitement in your bones! Your students don't understand you, your colleagues don't understand you, and even Dad doesn't understand you, but I do! Because I'm the same as you!"
I cupped Mom's flushed and burning cheeks, gazing into her hazy, watery Peach Blossom Eyes. Looking directly at her, I excitedly roared, "Do you know what my evil secret is? It's to have you! To get your body! To make you my woman! Not only that, but I also want to pin down the Mom who spanked my butt and slapped my face since I was little, the Goddess in my heart, and have her receive the thrusts of my big cock! I want to make you kneel before me and be spanked! I want to fuck you until you cry!"
"Ying… don't… don't use bad words, Yangyang… Mom… Mom doesn't allow you to be like this…"
Mom was still putting up a front, but her delicate body was trembling slightly, her expression alluring and her eyes hazy. Her full, rosy lips parted slightly, and she exhaled gently.
I ignored her resistance, leaned in, and kissed her directly on the mouth. Mom's small hands pushed against my chest, and a muffled groan of protest escaped her throat, but her pearly teeth were easily pried open by my wet, hot tongue. Her soft, tender tongue, at first hesitant, then welcoming, would dodge into her own mouth, then actively seek mine, entwining with my own. We, mother and son, kissed passionately, our burning breaths fanning our faces, stoking the already intense flames of desire.
Five minutes later, Mom and I finally let go of each other. She had, at some point, kicked off her sneakers, and her small feet were clad in black cotton socks. She knelt on my lap, her long, slender arms wrapped around the back of my head, her Peach Blossom Eyes gazing at me dreamily.
My hands held her slender, soft waist as I gazed at her, saying softly, "Mom, did you really enjoy those days that were as bland as water? Wasn't it boring? Just accept your dark side, like me. It's not a big deal."
"You love me so much, and I love you so much. You crave to be conquered, and I crave to conquer you. We belong to each other, we need each other; this was already destined when you conceived me!"
Mom gazed at me with her moist Peach Blossom Eyes, filled with deep affection and love. After a moment, she leaned in and gently kissed my forehead, her voice trembling as she said, "Yangyang, Mom needs time. Don't push me, okay? This isn't something that can be decided easily. We live in this society; we have to consider the consequences. I... I really can't get past that hurdle right now."
I nodded understandingly, saying with deep affection, "Mom, it's not just to satisfy my own desires. You've worked so hard all these years, being a good wife and mother, but you haven't even experienced the normal joys of a woman. How can I bear to see you waste your best years?"
Mom rolled her eyes at me, chiding, "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not widowed."
I chuckled, "I saw it all that day. You took care of my dad in just three minutes with your hands. I don't believe he could satisfy you."
Mentioning my father, Mom's expression darkened. She sighed, "How can we do this and still be fair to your dad?"
My emotions immediately flared. I scolded, "You always think of us two first. Was my dad fair to you? He was always in his study researching documents. He didn't talk much with you, and when he discovered an ancient tomb, he'd be gone for two or three months. He wasn't romantic either. What did you marry him for?"
Mom sat in my arms and gently patted me, annoyed, "Why are you so worked up? Don't talk about your dad like that. He's pretty good to us. He's honest and suitable for a life together."
I suddenly became interested and asked, "Mom, seriously, you didn't just marry Dad because he was honest, did you?"
Mom's eyes filled with memories. She whispered, "I'm similar to your dad in personality, but I'm more ambitious. I had some small achievements back then, so I didn't consider marrying a man who was too outstanding or rich. Plus, I was involved in sports and arts circles, and I saw too many disgusting things when I was young, so I only wanted to find someone down-to-earth, honest, and not messing around to marry and live with. Your dad fit my requirements quite well. He's been consistent all these years."
I grinned mischievously, "Dad is consistent, but Mom, you've hidden it so well. If it weren't for your daring and clever son, you would have suffered your whole life!"
Mom heard this, suddenly twisted my ear with her hand, and sneered, "You are indeed daring. You dared to say those things to me just now? Don't say that again in the future! What kind of image does that portray at such a young age!?"
I winced, my teeth bared in pain, and retorted, "What are you talking about? I said so much just now, which part are you referring to?"
Mom glared at me angrily, "You know perfectly well!"
I feigned realization, "Oh, you mean the part where I said I wanted to pin you down and give you a good…"
"Shut up! You brat!"
Mom got anxious, a hint of embarrassment flashing in her bright, peach blossom eyes. She tugged hard on my ear.
"Ouch, I was wrong! Let go!"
I quickly pulled away from Mom's hand, looking at her slightly annoyed face, and smiled knowingly. "Mom, the reason I opened up to you today is because I wanted to see you like this – confident, proud, and radiant. The cautious person you are during the day could never be the goddess in my heart."
Mom pouted, feeling downcast. "You're just sweet-talking me. Mom feels like a woman who's never satisfied. How could I be a goddess?"
I frowned. "What do you mean by that? So, all my effort was for nothing? You don't believe me?"
Mom sighed. "I… I don't know. It feels like there's some truth to it, but it also feels like nonsense."
I thought for a moment, then suddenly grinned mischievously. "Mom, how about we do a little experiment?"
Mom was taken aback, confused. "What experiment?"
I pointed at the hospital bed. "You'll sleep here tonight. No matter what happens, I promise I won't force anything. You say stop, and I'll stop immediately. But you have to promise me that if you feel you can handle it, you won't say stop. I want to see how much you can take, and you can also see if you like this kind of stimulation."
"Heh, dream on!"
Mom scoffed, sitting up from my embrace. She flipped off the bed, her straight ponytail swaying as she headed for the bathroom. "Go to sleep! I haven't even showered or changed, and I have to go to work tomorrow!"
I was stunned. This… this isn't how the script was supposed to go!
"Mom, aren't you even going to take a look at your precious son's current state? Can you really bear it?"
I took off my pants and pointed at my erect Big Dick, my face full of grievance.
Mom went into the bathroom with her pajamas. After a moment, she peeked out, a playful smile on her face. "Yangyang, you said yesterday that today was a day off. You have to keep your word, okay?"
Hearing this, I lay down on the bed, defeated. That boomerang came back way too fast.
However, I felt quite relaxed, even excited.
It was clear that Mom had taken my words to heart. She'd been guided by my questions to acknowledge her own dark side, and she'd confirmed that I didn't judge her for it. Given that, there was no question what she would choose when faced with these desires that were best kept hidden from the world.
If her son, whom she had raised, dared to face and accept it, how could Mom, as a mother, shy away and retreat?
This was evident from the way Mom gradually returned to her previous demeanor and tone after we embraced and kissed. It was just that everything had come so suddenly, and she needed some time to adjust.
That night, Mom went to sleep early. I didn't press her, understanding she needed to process the theory of this dark side. But I believed she would eventually embrace it completely.
The next day, the doctor brought both good and bad news during rounds.
The good news was that I was young and in good shape. The fracture had basically healed, and I could take off the cast in the afternoon and start walking slowly. After observing for three to five days, I could be discharged.
The bad news was that I was about to leave this hospital room, which had changed our lives. It wasn't that I was overly fond of the special care ward, but I knew that from the beginning, when Mom agreed to help me with her hands, to these past few days when she had sunk deeper and deeper into it, this room had played a part, not just my own actions.
A man and a woman alone in a room, in a strange and closed environment, had unconsciously lowered Mom's defenses, making it easier for her hidden dark side to surface. When we got back home, who knew what changes the familiar environment would bring? So, I decisively abandoned my original, step-by-step plan and decided to accelerate the pace.
In the evening, I stood by the hospital window, gazing at the quiet Stone Brick Path outside and the lush Scenic Plane Trees in the distance, savoring the long-awaited feeling of my feet on solid ground.
The door clicked, and Mom's footsteps approached, followed by a surprised exclamation: "Yangyang! What are you doing out of bed!?"
I turned with a smile, shaking my right leg: "The doctor said my recovery is far exceeding expectations. I can be discharged in three to five days."
Mom was overjoyed. She quickly put down the bag containing dinner and hurried to my side: "That's wonderful! How do you feel now? Does it hurt to walk? Did the doctor tell you to limit your activity? You must have been cooped up all this time, haven't you? How about Mom accompanies you for a walk?"
I quietly gazed at Mom's incredibly beautiful face, filled with surprise and concern. After she finished speaking, I took a step forward and opened my arms, pulling Mom into a tight embrace: "Mom, thank you. You've worked so hard these past few days."
Mom stood still for a moment, then hugged me back, gently laughing: "Silly child, Mom isn't tired."
I greedily inhaled the fragrance of Mom's hair, saying, "Let's go eat out. The doctor told me to walk more to adapt, so I can recover faster."
"Alright, Mom will treat Yangyang to a big celebration meal!"
Mom was in a great mood, and she put her arm around mine as we walked out of the ward.
We strolled leisurely out of the hospital area like we were just window shopping. We went to the mall across the street and ate hot pot. Mom even dragged me to buy a pair of highly protective professional running shoes. When we got back to the ward, it was already past eight o'clock.
After Mom had washed up and changed into her pajamas, I quickly took a shower as well. Although Mom would use a towel to wipe my chest and back every other day, it still wasn't as refreshing as a shower.
After showering, I came out wearing only a pair of large shorts. I saw Mom lying in bed, smiling and typing on her phone. I asked curiously, "Mom, who are you chatting with?"
"Your dad, reporting some good news."
Hearing Mom's answer, a strange wave of jealousy welled up inside me. I walked over to Mom's bedside.
"Your dad's not responding. He's probably still busy at the site. I probably won't get a reply tonight."
Mom put down her phone and sighed, grumbling, "Archaeology, archaeology... Why doesn't he just sleep in an ancient tomb and not come back!"
After speaking, I suddenly realized I was on her bed. I quickly said nervously, "Yangyang, what are you doing?"
I was staring intently at Mom's crossed little feet, completely absorbed. Hearing that, I directly grabbed her two fragrant, tender jade feet and smiled at Mom, "Doing the experiment, of course. Didn't we agree yesterday?"
Mom was both shy and anxious, twisting her waist and kicking her legs, trying to pull her feet out of my hands. "Who agreed with you? I didn't promise anything!"
I ignored her, holding up the two rosy-white soles of her feet to my nose and taking a deep sniff.
Mom was wearing that light pink pajamas, supporting herself with her hands, her slender waist slightly arched, her long legs kicking around haphazardly, her pretty face flushed, and a pair of large, bright peach blossom eyes nervously watching me. "Yangyang, give Mom some time."
"Mom, I was a good boy and rested yesterday. We have to do the experiment today!"
"I refuse! I want to refuse! Stop it!"
I chuckled, "Mom, what are you thinking? The effective range of refusal is the parts I haven't touched yet. Your little feet don't have the right to refuse."
"You... you're cheating! Let go of Mom... ah... um..."
Mom's indignant retort was cut off by my action of holding her five crystal-clear toes in my mouth. Following a series of licks and sucks with my tongue, a coquettish moan echoed through the hospital room.
"Don't... don't lick... it's so itchy..."
Mom said in a soft voice, with a hint of pleading.
I turned a deaf ear, licking one foot and then another, until Mom was panting and no longer struggling, lying on the bed making a mournful moan.
After licking Mom's exquisite, white Jade Feet, I removed my underwear and, naked, pressed myself against her. My hot, hard cock pressed against the soft, flat abdomen under her silk pajamas. Gazing at her alluring face close at hand, I lowered my head and kissed Mom's smooth forehead.
Mom was already aroused, twisting her waist left and right, rubbing her abdomen against my cock. Her straight, slender legs were wrapped around my legs, sliding up and down. Her two thin arms also embraced my neck. Her eyes were slightly open, and an alluring moan constantly escaped her mouth, like a feather, entering my ears and stirring my heartstrings.
I kissed Mom passionately, from her forehead to her temples, from her ears to her eyes, from her nose to her mouth, and finally, I thrust my tongue into Mom's warm mouth, giving and taking as I pleased.
Mom's delicate body grew hotter, and she twisted restlessly, gripping my arms tighter.
Before long, my tongue parted from Mom's fragrant tongue, and I kissed her long, fair neck. Mom's subtle body scent was intoxicating. I moved downwards, using my mouth to undo the buttons of her pajamas one by one. With a tug of my hands, Mom's radiant upper body was exposed before me.
Beneath her smooth shoulders, two slender, straight, and sexy collarbones protruded. Her perky breasts were concealed by a conservative white bra. Her belly was soft and smooth, with a small, cute navel that rose and fell with each breath. I stared, mesmerized, and buried my face in her belly, and began to lick it.
"Ah..."
Mom immediately let out a suppressed moan. Lost in the throes of passion, she suddenly realized she was bare-chested. Startled, she clasped my head with both hands, trying to push me away. But my tongue began to circle her belly button.
"Ugh... Yangyang... ugh... don't... ah..."
Mom's moans became more and more alluring. She stopped pushing me away, instead pressing my head to her belly, her long, straight legs wrapping around my waist, her hips subtly thrusting upwards.
I was ecstatic. One hand moved down to remove Mom's pants, while the other reached up to unfasten her bra.
Just as I was about to succeed, Mom suddenly shuddered, and unexpectedly shouted, "No! Stop!"
I was stunned. This was just too torturous!
But we had agreed on the rules beforehand, so I could only look up unhappily at Mom, "Are you deliberately trying to make me suffer?"
Seeing that I had indeed stopped, Mom breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing on the bed and panting heavily, weakly saying, "N…no… Mom will help you with her hands…"
I stared fixedly at her breasts rising and falling, pouting, "You're doing it on purpose! I don't care, if I don't come in half an hour, you have to let me see your breasts. I've forgotten how I used to suckle as a child, I want to do it again!"
"You little rascal, it's called breasts, not 'milk' or whatever… Where did you learn such dirty words?"
Mom gave me a look of both annoyance and affection, then sat up, pushing me back to the end of the bed. She straddled me in the same position as before, her slender Jade Feet planted on the bed, her two delicate hands expertly gripping my big cock, arching her slender waist and swinging her ponytail as she stroked.
Ten minutes later, I looked at Mom, whose face was flushed and hair was disheveled, with a look of smugness, "I want to suckle!"
Mom glared at me, then glanced at the massive meat rod clutched in her hands, a portion still exposed. Suddenly, she spread her legs and used her little feet to clamp down on the base of the meat rod, one foot on each side.
I instantly gasped, sucking in a cold breath. I watched as Mom used her hands and feet in tandem, her hands stroking up and down, her feet rubbing back and forth. She looked like a beast in heat.
I couldn't help but let out a low growl, my voice hoarse. "Mom, you look… so slutty…"
Mom was clearly aroused by the scene. Hearing my words, she moaned softly, her silken eyes fixed on me, looking utterly vulnerable. "Yangyang, Mom is so tired. Can you cum now? My darling… cum… mmm… don't hold back… Mom will help you every day from now on, okay?"
"Hiss… Fuck! I'll fuck you to death! Bad Mom! You won't let your son have milk! I fuck… Ugh…"
Facing such a mother, I admitted defeat.
The second evening.
I stared at the two mounds of snowy, plump breasts, the pink nipples standing proud. I couldn't help but swallow, and then, like a hungry tiger, I pounced.
"Ah… mm… Yangyang, gently… bite gently… Mom hurts…"
Mom pressed my head against her breasts, moaning seductively.
I had one in my mouth and was fondling the other. I just thought Mom's breasts were fragrant, soft, white, and tender. I could never get enough of looking at them, playing with them, or eating them.
I'd been ravaging those breasts that had once nourished me for over ten minutes. Feeling Mom's waist movements growing more and more frantic, I reached out again to take off Mom's pajama pants.
But I'd only pulled them down halfway, not even touching her round, full buttocks, when Mom stopped me, her face struggling: "Refuse… I… I refuse."
Helpless, I stopped and knelt in front of Mom. Looking down at her, I said, "Mom, today I won't use my hands or feet. I want to fuck your tits!"
Mom's pretty face flushed red, and she frowned, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed. "I told you not to swear! And how… how do you do it to breasts?"
"Don't worry about that. But it's the usual rule, if I can't cum in thirty minutes, I'll take off your pants. Don't worry, I'll only take off your pajama pants."
I faced Mom's curious and surprised gaze, and with both hands, I squeezed her round breasts together. Mom's breasts were certainly not small, but they weren't huge either; I could grasp most of one with a single hand. They perfectly matched my aesthetic. After getting the Breast Hole ready, I thrusted my burning hot meat stick, pressing against the delicate and elastic breast flesh and inserting it.
Mom stared in surprise at the large cock going in and out between her breasts, murmuring, "C-can… can it also be done like this?"
Only then did she realize something was wrong. My meat stick was too long; after penetrating the Breast Hole, it went straight ahead, crossing over Mom's sharp chin, rubbing against her full and alluring red lips, again and again.
Mom hurriedly turned her head, wanting to scold me, but she noticed a strong stimulation coming from her pink and perky nipples. She stared with Peach Blossom Eyes, discovering that I was holding her breasts with both hands, thrusting and pumping my cock, my thumbs and index fingers twisting the two buds back and forth.
"Mother, are you enjoying this?"
My face was flushed, and I asked my mother.
"Mmm…"
Mother looked at me with a dazed expression, and asked intermittently, "Where… where did you learn these things… mmm…"
I continued, "Mother, don't worry about where I learned them. Just answer the question. Is your son making you feel good?"
"Don't… don't say it like that…"
Mother looked embarrassed, her small hands resting on my knees, she turned her head and chided, "You… you come quickly. Mother is actually also… uh… very uncomfortable…"
I gritted my teeth and said, "You brought this on yourself! You deserve it! You took off your pants, and your son will make you comfortable right away! How about it, Mother?"
Mother shook her head repeatedly. "No... no... hurry up, my good son... shoot it for Mother..."
Seeing Mother pull the same trick, I slowed the pace of my thrusts, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "Mom, that doesn't work on me anymore. If you really want me to shoot, say something nice."
Mother shook her head, panting heavily as she looked at me pitifully. "What... what do you want me to say?"
"Something that excites me, that makes me want to come faster."
"Mother... Mother doesn't know..."
"Then I'll ask you questions, and you just answer, okay?"
"Okay... uh-huh... ask away..."
I slowly increased the speed of my thrusts, putting more force into my fingers. Mother's body was extremely sensitive, and she immediately let out a soft moan, faintly tinged with a sob.
"Mother, does Son make you feel good?"
"Mmm...good..."
"Where feels good? Is it your breasts?"
"Mmhmm...no...it's...it's the breasts..."
"No! It's your breasts! Say it, is it your breasts!?"
I suddenly released the fingers pinching her nipples.
Mother's delicate body writhed restlessly like a snake, her face frighteningly red. She gritted her teeth and endured for a long time, then sobbed, "It's...it's the breasts...ah...Mother's breasts feel so good..."
As Mother spoke, I began to play with the two nipples again. Her moans immediately intensified, her hands tightly gripping my knees, and her slender waist constantly arched upwards.
I stared at Mother's alluring, bone-deep seductive expression while thrusting with all my might. My two black balls slammed against Mother's soft, white Breasts again and again. My hands had also released her nipples and were now gripping and kneading her round, plump Breasts with unrestrained force. My voice was hoarse as I said, "Mother, can I fuck you tomorrow? Fuck your Vagina! Fuck your Honey Hole! Make you comfortable! Make you happy! Send you to heaven!"
Mother shook her head frantically, her alluring face flushed with redness and shame. Her small hands slapped my knees hard, and she cried and cursed, "Don't use bad words... Waa... Don't say... Uh... So strange... Hmm! I... I peed..."
The third night.
Mother was completely naked, her delicate body as white and smooth as jade, only wearing a loose blue pair of panties. She lay on the bed, her long, straight legs resting on my shoulders, her hands clutching the sheets. Her face was flushed, her alluring eyes were hazy, and a continuous stream of seductive shallow moans flowed from her plump red lips.
I knelt beneath Mother, my hot, hard Big Dick passing through Mother's plump, tight thighs, pressing against the part of her Vagina covered by the panties, and slowly rubbing and thrusting. Occasionally, I would turn the tip of my Big Dick and gently poke at the most mysterious Honey Hole, and Mother's moans would immediately become high-pitched.
I was also a little unable to hold back at this moment, my eyes red as I stared at the already soaked spot on the cotton panties, panting heavily, and asked, "Mother, let me take them off, okay?"
"No... No... Refuse... Hmm..."
"It makes you uncomfortable, and it makes me uncomfortable. Why bother?"
"Refuse... refuse... I refuse..."
"I'll just rub against it."
"No… no…"
"Then use your Breasts to help me."
"Alright…"
"I've changed my mind, use your Breasts and your hands to help me."
"Okay… you… sit on top."
"I also want to shoot on your face."
"Yangyang…"
"Mother…"
"Why are you so bad?"
"Because you're so beautiful, I can't help but want to desecrate you, can I?"
"…"
"Mother, may your son use his Big Dick to aim at your beautiful face and ejaculate?"
"Ugh… Don't… don't say it…"
The night of the fourth day.
I stared, dumbfounded, at the secret garden hidden deep between Mother's legs. The swollen mound of her clitoris was tender and moist. The outer labia were clean and white, tinged with an alluring pink. In the middle, there was only a delicate slit, glistening with wetness. The inner labia were tucked inside the slit. The entire area looked pristine, smooth, and white, just like a young girl's before she'd developed, completely free of pubic hair!
I was breathing like a bull, my eyes bloodshot.
Could this possibly be the legendary… White Tiger Vagina?!
"Yangyang… are you done looking? Can you help Mother put on her panties now?"
Mother asked me, her voice trembling with shame, but I couldn't hear anything. My heart was pounding like a drum, my mind blank. I forced her legs apart, which she kept trying to close, and thrust my head toward her.
"Slurp, slurp…"
I needed no instruction. I sniffed at Mother's Honey Hole, which gave off a faint, fishy scent. It was all that was left for me. My whole body felt like it was on fire. I opened my mouth and licked the wet, soft White Tiger Vagina, my tongue moving deftly, pushing aside the opening and plunging into the tight, warm interior.
"Ah! No! Don't! It's dirty, Yangyang! Don't… mm, ah… uh… ugh…"
Mother let out a scream, desperately trying to stop me. But when my tongue scraped against the folds of her vagina, she suddenly cried out with a high-pitched sound. Her slender waist, which had been about to retreat and struggle, suddenly thrust forward, and the legs on my shoulders clamped tightly around my neck. The force was so great, it was as if she wanted to shove my head back into that moist, warm homeland.
I licked Mother's vagina frantically with my tongue, sucking on the honeyed juices that flowed constantly. As for Mother, I couldn't see her expression, only feeling the legs around my neck getting tighter and the seductive moans growing more rapid.
I suddenly remembered the clitoris described in novels. I quickly retracted my tongue, sweeping it back and forth across the plump, tender entrance. Before long, I found a swollen, engorged little ball of flesh and immediately began to touch it with my tongue.
"Ah! Don't touch there! Yangyang... Mother... umm ah... Mother can't take it..."
Seeing Mother's reaction suddenly become intense, with her sticky moans like weeping, I was overjoyed. I was sure I'd found the right spot. I used my head, pressing my chin against Mother's plump, pink vulva, deforming it. My mouth moved to the front of the clitoris, directly opening to suck hard. When I withdrew to breathe, I stretched out my tongue to lick, not giving Mother any chance to catch her breath.
Mother was completely out of control at this point, crying out repeatedly. Her slender waist arched wildly, and she made unintelligible weeping sounds. After a while, her body suddenly trembled violently. The slender legs around my neck lost all their strength and went limp on my shoulders. Her upper body lifted, her exquisite face flushed, and her hazy, peach blossom eyes were filled with tears. She opened her mouth and cried out in panic and urgency: "Quick... Get away... Mother... Mother wants to pee again... Yangyang, quick... Ah!"
I was caught off guard, only feeling a gush of hot, lustful fluid erupt from Mother's White Tiger Vagina into my mouth, half my face completely soaked with the hot honeyed juice.
Gush... Gush!?
I couldn't help but smack my lips, savoring the taste. Salty and a little… like Mother!
Just how many secrets does Mother have?!
I marveled inwardly.
I could confirm it: Mother really had climaxed this time, I saw it with my own eyes!
After Mother's gush, her whole body seemed to collapse as she lay back, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Her gaze was vacant as she stared at the ceiling. Her snowy, plump breasts rose and fell, and her legs trembled gently, as if caught in the aftershocks of her orgasm.
My Big Dick was already as hard as a baton. Seeing Mother's dazed expression, I quickly seized the opportunity. I grabbed her long legs and spread them into an M shape. Then, I placed my hand on my thick, long, and ferocious meat stick and pressed it against Mother's wet, slippery Honey Hole. With a slight push, the Glans entered a little, and immediately I felt intense pressure from all sides. The tight, hot Vagina seemed a little afraid of this unwelcome guest, constantly writhing as if trying to drive it away.
"Ugh…"
The strange pleasure coming from my Glans sent a chill down my spine, and I couldn't help but moan softly.
Is this what it feels like to make love? I thought, sighing inwardly. At that moment, I tensed my waist and thrust my hips forward, ready to break through and return home.
Just then, Mother, who had just realized her Honey Hole was being invaded by my Big Dick, abruptly snapped back to her senses and cried out, "No! Yangyang, Mother refuses!"
Hearing Mother's objection, I immediately began to struggle internally.
To break free of my virginity, it might be worth going back on my word, but after all, I'd always stuck to my principles for so many years, and now I was facing Mother, who had always taught me this way. For a moment, I was really hesitant.
Just as I was wrestling with my conscience, Mother, who had already been exhausted, somehow found some new strength. She lifted her legs and stepped on my chest, and with a little effort, she kicked me, sending me tumbling onto the edge of the bed.
"Mother, good Mother, Son really can't take it anymore, why don't you just give it to your Son!"
I pleaded, trying to find a breakthrough with Mother, but unexpectedly, Mother quickly got up, and before I could adjust my position, she used her hands and feet and climbed directly onto my crotch, then lowered her head slightly, and with a small opening of her mouth, she took my hard, burning Big Dick into her mouth.
"Sss..."
I was completely petrified, feeling the wet, warm comfort and the smooth, tender caress of a fragrant tongue on my glans. Watching Mother kneel before me, her knees together and her upper body leaning forward, I felt a shiver run through my very soul. I asked blankly, "Mother, you... how do you know how to do this?"
Mother paused her actions slightly, her face flushed red with shyness. She looked up and said, "I... I read about it in novels."
"So you really do read those novels!" I blurted out in surprise.
Mother's exquisitely beautiful face still held a blush, and she blinked her seductive, peach-blossom eyes, muttering, "If you can read them, why can't I?"
Hearing this, my blood surged, and a strong look of lust and dominance flashed in my eyes. I stared at Mother and sneered, "Of course you can read them, but you told me you didn't. You lied, and I'm going to punish you!"
Mother, sensing the look of conquest in my eyes, trembled slightly. Her eyes instantly clouded with a layer of mist, and she asked, almost as if sleepwalking, "My precious son, what... what do you plan to do to punish Mother?"
"If I can't fuck your Honey Hole, then I'll fuck your mouth!"
I said loudly, reaching my right hand around Mother's head and grabbing the straight ponytail that was constantly trembling. Then, I pressed Mother's head towards my erect big dick, commanding, "Open your mouth, and you're not allowed to spit it out unless I say so!"
"Mmm… Don't use bad words… Bad Son…"
Mother's voice was full of charm. She gave me a gentle, resentful look, then lowered her head and swallowed my glistening, massive glans…
Fifth night.
I'm fucking discharged from the hospital…