Mom is exclusively mine -Chapter 7

My mother stood up suddenly, pointed her finger at me and shouted tremblingly, her face already livid: “I am your mother!

How could you…”

“Mom?” I stared at her angry eyes without fear and laughed, “Do you think you are like my mother? Except that you gave birth to me and raised me for a few years, well … I guess my dad deserves most of the credit for raising me. You abandoned your husband and children when I was five years old and became a prostitute. You just send me some living expenses every year. How many times have you seen me and how many days have you spent with me in the past ten years? Have you ever taken care of my life, growth, and study?

In comparison, my stepmother has cooked and washed my clothes for me, taken care of my daily life, and even attended the parent-teacher conferences at my school for more than ten years. She has done everything a mother should do. Even if she favors her biological daughter, my half-sister, it is only human nature. Do you think she is more qualified than you?”

After another round of venting, the mother’s fingers had already dropped dejectedly. She sat down on the bed in frustration again, her eyes dull and lifeless: “I was wrong, I was not good, but you can’t … can’t…”

“Can’t what?” I stood up angrily and walked to my mother, put my palm on her weak shoulder, leaned over and lowered my voice and said: “I’m not here to talk about family affection with you. Ten thousand yuan, someone else paid, you took it, it’s a transaction! I came to whore, you have to do what you should do, right?”

“John … you … don’t please?”

My mother looked at me with tears in her eyes, but I was unmoved. Instead, I could see her magnificent snow-white breasts more clearly from this angle. Inevitably, my cock became even more erect.

I put my hands on my mother’s shoulders and pushed her, and she fell on the big bed. She was panicking and realized that I was serious. She immediately stood up and prepared to get up, but I pushed her down again: “Don’t move, unless you want to rape me!”

Even at the last moment, I was actually more of a test to vent my feelings, and didn’t really want anything to happen. After all, I’m no longer a teenager, and I still secretly curse and miss this irresponsible mother while masturbating while fantasizing about her sexy body.

If I had not been seven parts intoxicated, I would not have been able to loudly accuse and ridicule my own mother, let alone do such a heinous thing as pressing her plump and attractive body on the bed.

But now she was pressed down by me twice, and because of panic, nervousness or shame, her mood was not calm, her chest kept rising and falling rapidly, and her tall and attractive snow-white breasts swayed with it. The short skirt that only covered the thighs was rolled up to the hips due to the violent movement, and the purple lace underwear was almost completely exposed to my sight…

Phew~~ The beauty in front of me made it difficult for me to calm down. I took a deep breath, and my eyes gradually turned red with endless desire. My reason was slowly lost, and a voice in my heart urged me: Go! Such a beautiful woman, why let her go? Who cares who she is!! My dry throat made an unpleasant sound for no reason. I stretched out my hands, and under my mother’s desperate and empty eyes, I grabbed her full chest … Huge! Soft! The forbidden stimulation instantly filled my whole body.

Hehe! I am really a beast. I can be so excited just by touching my own mother’s breasts.

“Um…”

A low moan made me regain some sanity. There was a bit of pain on my mother’s pale face. It turned out that I was too excited and forgot myself. I squeezed her breasts with a lot of force. Even so, my mother couldn’t help but groan and stopped. It seemed that she was trying her best to endure the double pain of physical and psychological pain.

What ethics, morals, blood ties, screw them. I can only conquer this woman with the long gun and cock under my crotch!

I don’t know how hideous and terrifying my expression is right now. I only see the empty despair in my mother’s eyes turning into fear. I can feel so many emotional changes from just a pair of beautiful eyes. Is this the so-called mother-child bond? Ridiculous!

I completely let go of the shackles in my heart and released the inner demon. I had no more scruples. Under my mother’s horrified gaze, I put one hand around her neck and reached behind her with the other hand to unzip her dress. I fumbled around her smooth back for a few seconds and unfastened the back clasp of her bra. Then I pinched the collar on both sides of her shoulders with both hands and pulled it down hard. The dress and the purple bra were all pulled to her waist.

I swallowed my saliva unconsciously. What a beautiful scene! My mother, who was shocked by my quick and smooth action, still remained in a half-lying position with my arms around her neck. While I pulled her clothes with both hands, she supported herself on the bed with both hands.

The half-lying body, the snow-white breasts on the chest are like a pair of huge water drops dripping down naturally. Such a large cup size, at the age of 41, is still so perfect, without any signs of sagging and shriveling. The skin is as white as snow, and the areola of such a mature beauty is much more beautiful than I imagined, about the size of a coin, pink and tender like a girl. The two bright red dots on the tip are just right, dazzling the eyeballs, and also stimulated my adrenaline to soar rapidly.

Ah! I can’t stand it! I leaned over and sucked my mother’s bright red nipple. I held the other big breast with one hand, letting my fingers sink into the soft flesh. I couldn’t wait to suck and lick the nipple.

His eager behavior does not make him look like an expert in bed who has experienced several women, but rather like a reckless teenager who has just experienced sex.

My mother lay on the bed resigned to my fate. When I took off her clothes, she had no time to cover her breasts with her hands before I used my hands and mouth to attack her. She knew there was no room for resistance. She just remained stoic and refused to give any response. She kept her lips tightly shut and her body motionless.