Chapter 703: The Mysterious Woman is Full Of Dark Taboo Lust

The way this mature, curvy, juicy woman was pressed tightly against me from the front made my cock twitch and leak thick strands of precum onto the soft, fair skin of her belly. Every inch of her heavy body molded into mine, the heat, the softness, the slight give of her flesh under the pressure. The sight alone was enough to make me cum for decades.

Her enormous, juicy breasts hung heavily between us, the big pink nipples stiff and swollen, dragging lightly against my chest with every small breath she took. Her soft pink lips were slightly parted. Her facial features were pure sin, those lustful, seductive eyes half-lidded, that mischievous little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

My cock throbbed hard against her stomach, the head already shiny and sticky.

"Ahhh... you’re leaking so much," the woman said, glancing down between our bodies at the thick, rock-hard length of my cock smearing precum across her soft belly. The filth of it, the sticky mixture of our earlier juices still coating both of us, only made the moment darker and hotter.

She rolled her wide hips slowly, deliberately, dragging the warm, soft skin of her lower belly up and down the underside of my shaft, teasing me with the gentle friction. The motion was slow and filthy, using her own body like a toy to stroke me.

Something about the potion she had poured into my mouth earlier was still working through my system.

My head felt light, spinning with heat and a deeper, darker hunger than before. Lust burned hotter, sharper, almost feral. I reached up with my right hand and wrapped my fingers firmly around her throat, feeling the warm pulse of her skin under my palm.

I stared straight into her eyes, holding her there.

"Ahhh... have you ever taken your mother like this?" she asked softly, looking directly into my eyes as if she were trying to dig something out of me, some hidden truth, some buried fantasy.

My cock throbbed hard against her belly at the words. I didn’t answer. I just kept staring, first at her eyes, then down at the rest of her thick, mature body pressed so tightly against mine.

She smiled wider, almost knowing. She slid one hand under the heavy weight of her breast, lifting the full, soft mound so I could see it better, presenting it to me.

"Does your mom have boobs like mine?" she asked, her voice low and teasing, holding the enormous breast up for me to look at, the thick flesh spilling over her fingers, the stiff pink nipple pointed right at me.

I tightened my grip on her throat just a little more, feeling the warmth of her pulse against my palm. Every filthy word out of her mouth was only feeding the dark lust already burning through me, making it heavier, hungrier, harder to control.

"Tell me, boy... do you want to cum in your mom?" the woman asked again, still smiling that slow, knowing smile. My head spun hard at the words. Whatever had been in that potion was finally taking full effect, heat flooding through my veins, thoughts blurring, dark lust rising sharper and heavier than before.

I moved my hand away from her throat and slapped her hard across the face.

The sharp crack filled the small cabin. Her head turned slightly from the force of the impact, a soft moan slipping from her lips as the sting bloomed across her cheek.

"Ahhh... do you like to punish your mommy?" she moaned, her voice thick with both pain and clear arousal.

I didn’t know why she was doing this, why she kept pushing the taboo words, why she kept calling herself that, but I loved every filthy second of it. The potion had made everything feel hotter, darker, more intense.

I slapped her hard again, watching her face carefully this time, the way her eyes fluttered, the way her soft cheek reddened under my hand, the way her heavy body reacted to the roughness with a visible shiver of pleasure.

"Why are you so rough on your mother?" she asked, looking straight into my eyes. Then she moved closer and began kissing my chest slowly, open-mouthed and soft, like she was trying to soothe a son who had completely lost control.

Her warm lips trailed across my skin, gentle and almost maternal even as the air between us stayed thick with filth.

I wrapped both arms tightly around her thick body and started kissing her in return, her shoulders, the soft warm swell of her heavy breasts, the upper curves where the skin was smoothest. My mouth moved hungrily over her, tasting the salt of her skin while my cock throbbed impatiently between us.

"Ahhh... let mommy take care of you," she moaned against my chest. "Ahhh... you’re so rough..."

My cock was getting too impatient to wait any longer. I pulled back just enough to reach down between our bodies. My fingers found the entrance of her pussy, already so warm, so slick and dripping with her juices that they slid easily between her soft folds.

"You want to enter mommy again?" she whispered, her voice low and inviting. "Let me lay down for you... feed your mommy."

This woman clearly had a deep taboo fetish. The way she spoke, the way her body reacted, the way she kept leaning into the words, it was deliberate, hungry, and completely unashamed.

Drowned in lust and something even darker rising from the potion, I looked her in the eyes and asked,

"Have you ever done it with your son?"

"What do you mean? You are my only son," the woman said, looking straight into my eyes. She was still smiling, but the expression behind it was far too serious, calm, steady, and almost sincere, as if she truly meant every word she spoke.

"What?" I asked, my voice rough and confused. The potion was spinning harder through my head now, blurring the edges of reality, making everything feel hotter and darker than it should.