Chapter 32: Chapter 14a Enjoying My Mother

After enjoying that beautiful, blissful morning filled with endless pleasure, intense intimacy, and complete mutual satisfaction, Jun Hao finally decided it was time to prepare to leave. He took his time to clean himself thoroughly, washing away the evidence of their wild union from his body, refreshing himself and smoothing his clothes back into place. He dressed carefully, buttoning his shirt and adjusting his trousers, looking calm, composed, and fully in control once again, even though his body still hummed with the lingering sensation of her warmth and taste.

As he finished getting ready and turned to leave, Lan Ruo immediately moved toward him. She couldn’t bear the thought of him stepping away from her side. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist from behind, pressing her soft, warm chest firmly against his back, resting her head against his shoulder, holding onto him as if her life depended on it. Her touch was desperate, possessive, and filled with a deep, newfound need that had completely taken over her soul.

"From now on... you must visit me often... very often," Lan Ruo whispered softly, her voice trembling with emotion and undeniable longing. She squeezed him tighter, her fingers digging gently into his chest through his clothes, terrified of the moment he would let go. "I... I really cannot live without you anymore, Jun Hao. You have changed everything. You have awakened something inside me that I never even knew existed, and now... I am completely addicted. Every moment you are gone, I feel empty. I feel like I am dying. You are my air now... my life."

As she spoke those words, she slowly reached down with one of her hands, guiding Jun Hao’s large, strong hand downwards, sliding it past the waistband of her own loose clothing, down over her soft belly, and straight into her most private, intimate place. She pressed his hand deep inside herself, guiding his fingers to feel exactly what he had done to her.

"Look... feel..." she breathed heavily, her voice thick with lust. "See how incredibly wet I am... see how soaking wet and messy my pussy is... all because of you. It is dripping non-stop. It is completely flooded and slippery just thinking about you, just from your touch. You made me like this. You turned me into this... so you have to take responsibility. You have to come back and take care of it... take care of me."

Jun Hao felt the incredible heat, the overwhelming wetness, and the slippery, soft folds surrounding his fingers. He smiled a wicked, satisfied, arrogant smile, fully pleased with the effect he had on her. He turned his body around within her embrace to face her. Before she could say another word or plead further, he grabbed her face firmly with both hands and crushed his lips against hers in a deep, fierce, greedy, and passionate kiss.

He devoured her mouth completely. He kissed her with wild intensity, pushing his tongue deep inside, battling with hers, sucking and pulling on her lips and tongue, tasting her, claiming her breath, pouring all his dominance and desire into that one single act. Lan Ruo melted instantly, her knees turning to jelly, her mind going blank, responding with equal hunger, kissing him back desperately, clinging to his shoulders, completely lost in his taste.

When he finally broke the kiss, pulling his head back just enough to look deep into her eyes, both of them were panting heavily, breathless and flushed. Jun Hao stroked her cheek softly, his expression dark and possessive.

"Relax... calm down, Auntie..." Jun Hao said in a low, confident, commanding voice. "You are my slave now. You belong to me completely—body, heart, and soul. I will keep coming back. I will keep destroying your body, using it, owning it, and filling it up completely, over and over again, starting from today and forever. You don’t have to worry about being forgotten."

His eyes drifted slowly downward, locking onto her magnificent, heavy breasts—still full, sensitive, and standing proudly, the curves clearly visible even through her clothes. He stared at them with pure hunger and appreciation.

"Besides... you possess weapons so beautiful, so perfect, and so tempting..." Jun Hao continued, reaching out and cupping one heavy mound roughly in his large palm, squeezing it hard through the fabric, making her gasp. "Weapons that are impossible for me to ever forget or ignore. These breasts... this body... it is mine. And I will always come back for what is mine."

He suddenly squeezed her breast incredibly hard and tight, digging his fingers into the soft flesh, twisting and pressing with immense strength, showing her his dominance right then and there.

"AHHHHH! Ohhh..." Lan Ruo let out a sharp, high-pitched yelp and a small scream of mixed pain and intense pleasure. But despite the rough treatment, she didn’t pull away or look upset. Instead, she looked up at him with a flushed, delighted, mischievous smile, her eyes shining with love and lust. "You are so naughty... and so rough... but I love it. You really are a bad boy... my bad boy."

Jun Hao laughed softly, releasing her breast and patting her cheek affectionately but firmly.

"If that is what you want, then that is what you get," he said casually. "Well... I am leaving now."

He leaned in one last time, capturing her lips again for a final, deep, consuming kiss that left her dizzy and breathless, branding his taste onto her one more time. Then, without another word, he turned around, walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out, closing it softly behind him, leaving her alone in the quiet room.

Lan Ruo sank slowly down onto the edge of the bed as soon as the door clicked shut. She sat there, legs spread slightly, breathing heavily, her mind completely filled with him. She reached down between her legs, her fingers finding her own wet, slippery folds, and began to rub and stroke herself slowly, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

"Ah... ah... ah..." she whimpered softly, her voice filled with desperate longing. "You don’t know... oh, you really don’t know... just how incredibly thirsty and hungry I become without you... how empty I feel... how much I crave you every single second. Hurry back to me... please... hurry back to destroy me again..."

Outside, walking away from Lan Ruo’s house, Jun Hao checked the time on his wristwatch. He saw that it was already approaching late morning, the sun was high and bright in the sky. He knew exactly what that meant. His father had left the house very early that morning to go to work, driving off to his office in the city center. His younger sisters had all woken up, put on their school uniforms, eaten breakfast, and left together to walk to school. The house was completely empty. There was no one there except one person. His mother.

A wicked grin spread across his face again. Perfect timing.

He made his way quickly toward his own house, his mind already racing with thoughts of what was waiting for him there. He reached the front door, unlocked it silently, and stepped inside. The house was quiet, still, and peaceful. He moved stealthily through the hallway, looking around carefully. Then he heard the soft clinking sound of plates and water running coming from the kitchen at the back of the house.

He peeked around the corner and saw her. His mother was standing at the sink, her back turned completely toward him. She was wearing a long, modest house dress with a skirt that fell below her knees, busy washing and cleaning the dishes left over from breakfast, completely unaware that she was no longer alone. She looked so dignified, so respectable, so innocent... and yet, Jun Hao knew exactly what she was, exactly what she had done with him, and exactly what she craved deep down.

Jun Hao moved like a silent predator. He walked slowly, step by careful step, moving closer and closer without making a single sound, his eyes locked onto her mature, curvy figure. He was inches away now. He could smell her familiar scent.

Suddenly, he lunged forward. He wrapped his arms tightly around her waist from behind, pulling her back hard against his chest, trapping her completely.

"AHHHHHHH! WHO?! WHAT?!" his mother screamed in shock and terror, her body jerking violently, dropping the plate she was holding with a loud crash. She tried to twist around, tried to pull away, terrified.

But Jun Hao immediately clamped his large hand firmly over her mouth, muffling her screams instantly. He leaned his head right next to her ear, whispering calmly and firmly.

"Shhh... calm down... it’s just me. It’s Jun Hao."

He slowly removed his hand from her mouth, holding her still firmly in his embrace. His mother gasped for air, her heart racing, her body trembling as she realized who had grabbed her. She spun around within his arms to face him, her face a mix of shock, anger, embarrassment, and confusion.

"What are you doing here?!" she hissed urgently, her voice shaking, eyes wide with fear. "Do you not understand?! Do you not realize how wrong and forbidden what we did yesterday was?! It is a sin! We are family! This is disgusting! It is wrong on every level!"

While she frantically whispered her protests and scolded him, her eyes darting nervously toward the door as if expecting someone to walk in any second, Jun Hao’s hands were not idle. His hands wandered freely over her body. He reached up and found her heavy breasts, still firm and full beneath her dress. He began to rub, squeeze, and play with her nipples through the fabric of her blouse and bra. He rolled the sensitive peaks between his fingers, tugged them gently, twisted them, applying pressure exactly where he knew she was most sensitive.

"Wrong? Forbidden?" Jun Hao chuckled softly, completely unbothered by her words, continuing his torment on her chest. "You keep saying that... but didn’t you enjoy it too? Didn’t your body scream for it yesterday? Didn’t you beg me for more? You loved every second of it, Mother. Don’t pretend otherwise now."

"Stop... please... someone might come..." his mother stammered, trying to push his hands away, though her resistance was weak and half-hearted at best.

"Let them come," Jun Hao replied coldly, squeezing her nipple harder, making her gasp sharply. "Besides... we are both adults now. Why fight it? Why deny it? Let’s just enjoy this. The important thing is that we both feel pleasure. We both crave it. We both need it. So why make it complicated?"

As his fingers continued to work magic on her sensitive nipples, twisting and teasing relentlessly, the change in her was undeniable. Even though she was still scolding him verbally, her body was betraying her completely. Her breathing, which had been fast and sharp from fear, began to change. It became heavier, deeper, faster, and erratic. Her cheeks flushed bright red. Her legs began to tremble slightly. And slowly, inevitably... she started to moan. Soft, breathless, desperate sighs and moans escaped her lips, mixing with her protests.

"Mmmph... you... you are terrible... ah... don’t... touch me there... oh god..." she whimpered, her head falling back slightly, her eyes closing involuntarily as pleasure overtook her senses.

Jun Hao saw it. He felt her body melting against him, her hips instinctively pushing backward against his groin, seeking friction. He smiled triumphantly. He knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.

He suddenly released her and knelt down right behind her. Before she could regain her composure or run away, his hands moved fast. He reached under her long skirt, his hands sliding up her smooth legs until he found the waistband of her panties, hidden completely beneath the fabric of her dress. He hooked his fingers into them and pulled them down roughly, dragging the delicate fabric all the way down her legs and off her feet, tossing them aside carelessly.

He reached up and grabbed the hem of her long skirt, lifting it all the way up high, bunching the fabric around her waist and exposing her bare lower body completely to his hungry gaze. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! PUT IT BACK! STOP THIS INSTANT!" his mother cried out, panic rising again as she realized how exposed she was.

"Quiet. Be good. Stand still," Jun Hao commanded firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

He stood up slightly and pushed her body forward gently but firmly, guiding her until she was leaning forward, resting her hands and chest against the edge of the kitchen sink counter, her back arched, her hips pushed backward, completely open and presented to him.

He stepped in close behind her. He spread her soft, fleshy lips wide apart with his fingers, revealing her womanhood to him. He saw it instantly. She was already wet. Already glistening. Already swollen and pulsing, dripping with arousal just from his touch.

"Hmm... hmm... look at this..." Jun Hao muttered darkly. "You say no, but you say yes right here..."

And then, he didn’t wait anymore. He buried his face deep between her legs, pressing his mouth tight against her intimate folds. He devoured her completely, ravenously, greedily. He licked, sucked, kissed, and feasted upon her with wild, insatiable hunger. He lapped up her sweet fluids, drinking them eagerly, tasting her essence, driving her absolutely crazy.

At the same time, he inserted two, then three fingers deep inside her slippery, hot passage. He began to finger-fuck her rapidly and roughly, curling his fingers upward to hit her most sensitive spot deep inside, pumping in and out hard and fast. He moved his hand frantically, twisting, scissoring, and drilling deep inside her, working her open, making her wetter, making her slicker, forcing her body to produce more and more fluids, turning her completely soaked and sloppy within seconds.

"Ohhhh... ohhhh... ahhhh... Jun Hao... please... it feels... it feels too good..." his mother moaned loudly, unable to hold it back anymore. She writhed and twisted her hips, grinding back against his face and hand, her legs shaking violently, her hands gripping the edge of the sink for dear life. "You... you make me... make me lose my mind... oh god... yes... deeper... harder... don’t stop..."

Jun Hao intensified his attack. He pumped his fingers faster, harder, deeper, stretching her wider, hitting her sensitive walls repeatedly, driving her toward the peak rapidly. He felt her muscles tightening, spasming, clamping down hard around his fingers. He knew she was close. She was about to explode.

Just as she reached that edge, just as her body stiffened and her breath hitched in her throat, Jun Hao suddenly withdrew his fingers completely.

Before she could even whimper in protest, he buried his face as deep as he possibly could, pressing his mouth tight against her entrance, creating a vacuum seal, and sucked with all his might.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

His mother screamed out loud, her body arching backward rigidly, her head thrown back, her eyes rolling into her head as the most intense, overwhelming orgasm ripped through her body. She convulsed and trembled violently, her legs giving out, her weight leaning entirely on the sink counter as wave after wave of her sweet release gushed out from deep within her, shooting out hard and fast, flooding Jun Hao’s waiting mouth.

He drank it all. He swallowed every single drop eagerly, never letting anything escape, drinking her dry completely, milking her until the very last drop was drawn out. He held her there, trembling, twitching, completely overwhelmed, completely filled, completely undone, right there in the middle of the kitchen, exposed, used, and loved, belonging entirely to him.

[END OF Chapter 15]