Chapter 35: Chapther 15

Exhausted, completely satisfied, and their bodies still humming with the intense pleasure of their forbidden union, Jun Hao and his mother lay tangled together on the bed, their limbs intertwined, skin pressed tightly against skin. Jun Hao remained buried deep inside her tight, warm, forbidden passage, still connected to her completely, his heavy, softening manhood seated firmly within her, holding her captive even in sleep. The room was filled with the heavy, musky scent of sex, sweat, and the sweet aroma of their combined fluids that had soaked the sheets and mattress beneath them. Breathing heavily, their hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm, they drifted off into a short, deep, peaceful slumber, completely spent and utterly happy in each other’s arms.

It didn’t last long. After a short while, Jun Hao began to stir. Consciousness returned slowly, bringing with it the awareness of his surroundings and the woman still pinned beneath him. He opened his eyes, looking down at his mother’s peaceful, sleeping face—her expression soft, relaxed, and incredibly beautiful, completely transformed from the dignified woman she was just hours ago into his willing, broken, and completely owned lover. He moved slightly, and the sensation of being still deep inside her hit him again, waking him up fully.

He shifted his weight, moving his hips back slowly, slowly withdrawing his heavy length from within her tight, clinging depths. He dragged slowly against her sensitive inner walls, pulling inch by inch until finally, with a distinct, wet, popping sound—"PLOK!"—he slipped completely free from her body, leaving her gaping, empty, and dripping.

The sound and the movement woke her up gently. She opened her eyes, blinking slowly, looking up at him with hazy, adoring eyes, a soft, submissive smile playing on her swollen lips. She knew what was expected of her. She didn’t wait for orders or instructions. She immediately moved lower on the bed, shuffling closer to him on her knees. She reached out with her hands, wrapping her fingers around his heavy, glistening manhood, still wet and slippery from being inside her. She didn’t hesitate. She leaned forward, opened her mouth wide, and immediately engulfed him completely, swallowing his length deep into her throat.

She began to lick, suck, and devour him with the same incredible hunger and enthusiasm she had shown earlier. She lapped up every drop of fluid, saliva, and essence covering his skin, cleaning him thoroughly with her tongue. She played with his heavy balls, cupping them, rolling them, licking them, and sucking them gently, treating every part of him with reverence and desperate need. She sucked him rhythmically, hard and deep, bobbing her head up and down, working him over until he was perfectly clean, dry, and—thanks to her skilled, greedy mouth—hardening, rising, and standing tall and rigid once again, fully erect and ready for more.

Jun Hao watched her work with a satisfied, arrogant smirk, stroking her hair as she worshipped his body. When she finally pulled off him, gasping for breath, her lips red and swollen, he spoke in a low, firm, commanding voice, laying down the new law of their lives.

"Good. From now on... we will not hide or sneak around anymore," Jun Hao declared, staring deep into her eyes, making sure she understood every word. "I can enjoy you completely, fully, openly, whenever and however I want. And this applies to my sisters too... your daughters. Never you dare forbid me or stand in my way again. Because all of you... you, and all my sisters... you are all my slaves. You are all my toys. You exist only for my pleasure, only to serve me. And I am the only one allowed to satisfy you, the only one allowed to touch you, the only one who owns you."

His mother listened to his words, her expression shifting through a mix of emotions. She remained silent, unable to argue, unable to deny the truth of what he said. Deep inside her heart, a wave of sadness washed over her—the guilt, the knowledge that this was wrong, that this broke every rule of family and society. But that sadness was instantly overpowered, drowned out, and replaced by a far stronger, overwhelming feeling: immense satisfaction, burning lust, and a deep, secret happiness. She felt complete. She felt alive. She felt more womanly, more desired, and more fulfilled than she had ever felt in her entire life, all because of her own son. She looked up at him with eyes full of love and submission, accepting her fate gladly.

Just as Jun Hao began to rise from the bed, intending to get up and move around, the silence of the house was suddenly broken. The sharp, ringing tone of a mobile phone echoed through the room. It was coming from the side table. It was her phone.

Jun Hao stopped immediately. He looked at the phone, then looked sharply at his mother.

"Who is calling?" he asked coldly, his voice demanding.

His mother glanced at the screen, her expression changing slightly. "It’s... it’s your father," she whispered nervously.

Jun Hao smirked darkly. He gestured toward the phone. "You stay quiet. Don’t say a word about us. Here... put it on loudspeaker. I want to hear clearly what he has to say. It’s rare for him to call at this time of day anyway."

His mother nodded quickly, trembling slightly. She reached over, picked up the phone, and answered the call. She immediately pressed the speakerphone button so the voice from the other end filled the room, loud and clear for Jun Hao to hear every single word.

"Hello... yes? What is it, dear?" she asked, trying to keep her voice normal and steady, though it still sounded slightly breathless and soft from everything she had just experienced.

"Darling..." her husband’s voice came through the speaker, sounding busy, rushed, and distant. "Listen... the company has organized a business trip out of town. I will be away for one full week. I’m leaving this afternoon. I’ll be home shortly to pick up my things."

He continued, giving instructions quickly and clearly. "Please prepare all the necessary clothes and supplies I need for a week away. Pack them all properly into my suitcase. Oh right... if that’s all, I’ll hang up now. Make sure nothing is left behind, okay? Everything needs to be ready."

"Yes... yes, I understand. I will prepare everything perfectly," his mother replied obediently. "Safe travels, dear."

Click. The line went dead.

As soon as the call ended, Jun Hao threw his head back and let out a loud, booming, triumphant laugh that echoed around the room—"HA HA HA HA HA!"

He looked at his mother with eyes burning with pure excitement and wicked delight. "Well now... if that is the case... then there are absolutely no obstacles left in this house at all! I have no limits now! I am completely free to enjoy all of you... to use you, to play with you, to take you whenever and wherever I want... for the next whole week! Seven whole days of total freedom!"

His mother looked at him, her heart beating fast. Again, that conflict of emotions swept through her. A tiny pang of sadness and regret that her husband was leaving, that their normal family life was being completely destroyed. But instantly, that feeling was buried under a massive wave of immense, soaring hope, desperate anticipation, and burning desire. Her eyes shone bright, her cheeks flushed pink, her breathing quickened. A whole week alone with him... completely alone... belonging only to him... it was everything she had secretly dreamed of.

Together, they finally rose from the messy bed. They moved around the room side by side, working together silently but intimately, cleaning up the chaotic mess they had left behind. They stripped the sheets and blankets that were soaked, stained, and heavy with the evidence of their wild passion. They tidied up the pillows, smoothed the mattress, and restored order to the room that had been the scene of their total surrender. There was no shame between them now, no awkwardness, only a deep, raw intimacy as they touched and moved around each other’s naked bodies, completely comfortable and familiar.

Once the room was neat and clean, they walked together, hand in hand, completely unclothed and unashamed, toward the bathroom. They stepped into the shower together, standing beneath the warm, streaming water. Jun Hao washed her body carefully, running his hands over every curve, every sensitive spot, cleaning her skin, her breasts, between her legs, washing away all the fluids but replacing them with his touch and his scent. In return, she washed him, worshipping his body with soap and water, her hands lingering lovingly on his manhood, his chest, and his back, enjoying every second of touching him. It was a ritual of love, lust, and complete ownership, bonding them even tighter together.

When they were both fresh, clean, and dry, they dressed casually in comfortable home clothes. Jun Hao decided he needed rest and energy for what was coming. He walked toward the door of his room. Before he entered, he turned back to his mother, giving her strict instructions, his tone authoritative and possessive.

"Listen to me... I am going to my room to rest for a while," Jun Hao said firmly, pointing a finger at her. "But before I wake up... I want you to prepare and cook a very nutritious, hearty, and energy-rich dinner. Make it good. Make it strong. I need it to supply my stamina and strength. Because I have a feeling I am going to need every drop of energy I have over these next few days to handle all of you properly."

"Understood... I will prepare the best meal ever for you," she replied softly, bowing her head obediently.

Jun Hao went into his room, closed the door, and lay down to rest, a wicked smile still on his face.

Downstairs, his mother immediately set to work. She knew time was short. First, she focused entirely on her husband. She brought out the large suitcase from the storage room. She carefully packed all the clothes, toiletries, documents, and supplies he would require for a full week away, just as he had requested, folding everything neatly and organizing it perfectly. Once the suitcase was packed and ready near the door, she turned her attention fully to the house.

She moved through every room with incredible energy, cleaning, tidying, and organizing everything. She gathered all the dirty laundry, towels, and bedsheets from everywhere in the house—washing, drying, and folding them. She stripped all the old linens from every bed in the house, including her own and her daughters’ rooms, and replaced them all with fresh, crisp, brand-new sheets, pillowcases, and blankets. She wiped down surfaces, swept floors, and made sure the entire house was sparkling clean, fresh, and perfect, ready for the week ahead. Deep down, as she cleaned and changed the fabrics, she couldn’t help but think: New sheets... fresh beds... perfect places for him to use us...

Approximately two hours passed. The afternoon sun began to lower in the sky. Suddenly, the sound of the front door lock turning and the heavy creak of the door opening broke the quiet atmosphere.

"He’s here," she whispered to herself.

She walked to the entrance. Sure enough, her husband stepped inside, looking tired, busy, and focused, holding his briefcase. He looked around, spotting the large suitcase waiting ready near the doorway.

"Where is my suitcase?" he asked immediately, looking at her.

"It’s right there, dear. All packed and ready," she answered calmly, pointing to the large bag.

He nodded, grabbing the handle to check it quickly. Then he looked up at her. "Aren’t you going to eat something first? Sit down for a moment?"

"No, no time," he replied quickly, shaking his head, already turning back toward the door. "They are already waiting for me. We have to hurry straight to the airport to catch the flight. The news and the order came suddenly, out of nowhere, so I have to move fast and get to my destination as quickly as possible."

"I see... well... take care of yourself and be safe," she said softly, putting on the mask of a devoted, concerned wife.

Just as he was about to step out, heavy footsteps were heard coming down the stairs. Jun Hao appeared, walking slowly and confidently down the staircase. He looked fresh, rested, and fully energized.

The father stopped and looked up at his son standing there tall and strong. He smiled proudly.

"Jun Hao... listen to me," the father said seriously, placing a hand on his son’s shoulder. "While I am gone... I am entrusting this house entirely to you. Take good care of it, okay? And most importantly... take good care of your mother... and your sisters. Protect them. Look after them. Keep everyone safe and well while I am away."

Jun Hao looked back at his father. On his face, he wore the most innocent, warm, friendly, and reassuring smile imaginable. It was the face of a perfect, obedient, reliable son.

"Don’t worry, Father..." Jun Hao said in a voice dripping with sweetness and promise. "Leave everything completely to me. I will take care of them all... very, very well. I will look after every single one of them with all my heart and soul. You have nothing to worry about."

His father beamed, patting his shoulder firmly. "Good. I knew I could rely on you. You are a good son. Alright then... I will see you all in a week."

With that, the father turned and walked out the door, pulling his suitcase behind him, stepping out of the house, closing the heavy door firmly behind him. The sound of the lock clicking shut echoed loudly through the hallway.

Silence fell over the house again. Absolute, total, complete silence.

The warm, innocent smile on Jun Hao’s face vanished instantly. It was replaced in a split second by a terrifying, wicked, arrogant, and predatory grin. His eyes darkened, burning with intense, raw hunger and absolute dominance. He stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking at the closed door, then turned his gaze slowly toward his mother standing nearby.

He spoke softly, his voice thick with excitement and dark promise, echoing through the empty, silent house.

"The time for fun... has finally arrived."

[END OF Chapter 16]