Under normal circumstances, Liu Yiru would have refused, but the stimulation from the couple outside and her son’s persistent caresses had left her burning with desire.
Almost against her better judgment, she agreed, guiding her son’s hand from her chest to her groin and saying, "Good boy, help mom here. Just touching the surface won’t be enough."
Ye Fei was overjoyed.
He gently pulled aside her soaked panties and placed his fingers on her wet, throbbing core, teasing the slit.
"Mom, is this your pussy?" he asked.
"Naughty boy, don’t use such vulgar language!" Liu Yiru scolded, though she was blushing at the lewd term. She playfully pinched his member before continuing to stroke it.
"Alright, I won’t," Ye Fei grinned, slipping a knuckle into her tight, tender opening and moving it gently.
He noticed that while her outer warmth was higher than other women’s, it didn’t reach the intense heat he felt deeper inside.
Moreover, her arousal had a cool, almost icy sensation, something he hadn’t noticed during their previous encounter.
Liu Yiru, already on the brink of climax twice, was now extremely sensitive.
The fact that her own son was pleasuring her added another layer of excitement.
Soon, she was overwhelmed by intense pleasure, her hips lifting and rocking in rhythm with his fingers, her hand momentarily forgetting its task on his member as she urged him on, "Good boy, harder!"
Seeing her state, Ye Fei suddenly sat up and spread his mother’s long, shapely legs wide. His eyes fixed on her plump, inviting core, he whispered, "Mom, your pussy is so beautiful!"
"Ah? You naughty boy, can you really see?" Liu Yiru realized her wanton display had likely been visible to her son, a mix of shame and urgency washing over her.
But before she could dwell on it, Ye Fei had inserted his middle finger fully into her core and began to thrust rapidly. The slickness of her arousal created an embarrassing, yet thrilling, squelching sound.
The intense pleasure drove Liu Yiru into a frenzy. She abandoned all thoughts and thrust her hips forcefully, matching his rhythm, her mouth agape as a series of delicate moans escaped her lips.
Suddenly, Liu Yiru’s voluptuous body arched violently, propping herself up on her head and toes, her core contracting powerfully. A rush of cool liquid gushed from her depths, coating Ye Fei’s hand, which was still pressed against her.
After a while, her arched body collapsed back to the ground, and she lay there, panting heavily. The climax, brought on by her fully conscious son, was even more intense than when he had taken her in his "unconscious" state. She was left utterly spent, her legs, parted wide by her son, too weak to close.
Once her climax had fully subsided, Ye Fei withdrew his fingers from her core. Watching her still-quivering entrance, he was overwhelmed with excitement.
Kneeling between her legs, he grasped his member with his right hand, now slick with her arousal, and gently pressed the tip against her slit, rubbing it a few times before attempting to penetrate her.
The entirely different sensation jolted Liu Yiru out of her post-climax haze. She realized her son was about to take her with his member. Had it been earlier, she might have half-heartedly resisted but ultimately given in.
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However, now that her overwhelming desire had been sated and her mind clearer, she quickly placed her hand over her core, urging him to thrust, but firmly said, "Ye Fei, you can’t!" Her voice was soft, yet undeniably resolute.
Ye Fei sighed softly, not wanting to push his mother. He settled for a compromise, saying, "Mom, can you move your hand? I want to watch you come for me!"
He shifted his body back, withdrawing his member from her core, and began to stroke it vigorously with his right hand, aided by the slickness of her arousal.
Liu Yiru’s earlier refusal had already exhausted all her willpower, and she couldn’t bear to deny her son again. She gently released her hand from her core, looked into his desire-filled eyes, and sighed softly.
Instead of covering herself again, she used both hands to gently part her labia, as if inviting him to see more clearly.
After stroking himself for a few dozen times, Ye Fei could no longer contain himself. His glans swelled, and thick streams of semen burst forth, shooting directly into his mother’s deep slit.
Since Liu Yiru had parted her core, much of the semen found its way into her opening.
"Ah! Naughty boy, why did you shoot it in there? What if it goes inside?"
As she spoke, Liu Yiru’s face turned pale. She remembered that the last time her son had penetrated her, he had ejaculated fully inside her, and she hadn’t been on her safe period. Could she be pregnant?
The thought left Liu Yiru in a dilemma.
Technically, it was an easy problem to solve; she could terminate the pregnancy if it occurred.
But she realized that even if she were to conceive, she wouldn’t want to abort the child. Instead, she would want to bring it into the world.
The question was, how would she explain this to her sisters and daughters?
Seeing his mother’s expression, Ye Fei understood her concern and comforted her, "It’s okay. Even if some gets inside, nothing will happen because Auntie Dongfang said I can’t father a child until I’m fully recovered."
"Is that so?" Liu Yiru exhaled deeply, relieved, but deep down, she felt a pang of disappointment.
"So, you don’t have to worry at all. Even if it goes inside, it’s fine," Ye Fei took the opportunity to say, "Good mom, let me go inside next time, okay? I think we’ll both feel even better!"
"No way, I’m your real mother. We can’t do that! Be a good boy and go to sleep!" Liu Yiru said sternly, though inside, she was extremely eager. She found that knowing her son was temporarily infertile had lowered her resistance to him even further.
Ye Fei, of course, saw through his mother’s insincerity, but he also knew that he couldn’t truly possess her until she fully let go of her reservations. He didn’t have the heart to force her, so he sighed, lay down, and pulled his now-clothed mother into his arms, where they slowly drifted off to sleep together.
On this wonderful night, although the mutually infatuated mother and son did not actually make love, they had unknowingly taken a significant step down the path of incest.